I started too lateTo find my voiceAge has made meA slaveTo everyoneBut myself©2024 Kevin Fraleigh

A special note for both followers of my sister site, becomingsanta.net, after years of neglect that site has been taken down for a massive reboot. Hopefully, sometime before I expire the site will, like the legendary pheonix, Fawkes, rise from the ashes with a new purpose that appeals to at…

Love is as much about pain as passion, loss as lust. For the hope of keeping it, lovers sometimes sacrifice all.

The secrets in your headRemain there foreverArchivedSome agedObsoleteUselessLike youYet you remain trueTo the covenantNever to reveal themNever to open the vault doorAnd let the sun shine inYou are the caretaker of secretsAnd sometimes youEnter the vault of your yesterdaysTo consider what you have seenTo ponder and analyzeAnd wonder if what…

Lunch among the dead.

Life isn’t hopes and prayers, but dark endless futile struggle for survival on an unforgiving sea of hopelessness. And that’s the good part

Our stories are what make us human. Embrace your stories and share them.

Sometimes friendship defies our ability to understand why.

I saw a post that tried to describe what horror was and I had to answer it.

The opportunity to capture the words that give existence meaning is short lived.

There comes a point in time when everything is either too high or too low and it’s just not worth worrying about.

All too often life, death, sickness, and even joy, are roadblocks to our creativity.

As a veteran, my feelings about Memorial Day are complicated. The sacrifices our armed forces make are very often overlooked and the cost of freedom is taken for granted.

Love, forever.

You read my wordsAnd you are  disturbed,Because I share my pain,My darkness,My emptiness,And I wonder,Sometimes aloud,If anyone hears me.But I know now that you do,It is reflected in your fear,In your concern,But do not be afraid,I will not hurt myself.I do not wishFor an easy escape from my pain,My anguish,My…

I unpacked a lot today She said As we talked I talked Words Joy Anger Disappointment Betrayal Brother, why weren’t you there for me She died alone Then tears My mother’s death Still fresh An open wound But the tears speak Of more Yet to be confronted Childhood Yet to…

Noise envelopes meIt is my constant companionMechanicalElectronicHumanAnimalAll mount against meTo assault my consciousnessAnd drown outThe voices in my headAnd it is only in the nightIn that sacred momentBefore I am anesthetized by sleepThat the voices break through in a dull roar of silenceAnd words fill my mindIn an impotent attemptTo…

You may see me hereBut I am a ghostI am not deadBut I am lost to myselfI have lost my selfAnd if I am lost to my selfWho will you miss when I am goneMy world is darkUnbalancedAll Yin and no YangNo flow to smooth the edgesThe clothes in need…

Being retired I know that it’s overBut I still waitFor the callThat would pull me back inBehind the doorsWhere the secrets lieBut I also know thatThe call will never comeI am forgottenAnd I know thatI shall die incompleteNever knowing if I might Have done moreTo save the world ©2022 Kevin…

There were voices onceThat told me storiesAnd took me through time and spaceBut now they are silentAnd all I can doIs to wanderAnd squander the time I have leftRegretting not letting the voicesCarry me away while I had them. There was a time onceWhen the course of lifeWas infinite and…

I’ve never cared for coffee,And I don’t really feel like a beer,But, since you’re asking,I think I’ll have tea with my tears.©2022 Kevin Fraleigh

People be talking about youIn whispers behind your backAbout your health and fitnessAfter a heart attack.©2022 Kevin Fraleigh

They said I had to work hardAnd put in my timeIt took me nearly seven decadesTo realize they lied.©2022 Kevin Fraleigh

Today we buriedA friend I never knewI can’t tell you much about himExcept that his son loved himAnd that is enough for meFor if a man diesBut still lives in the loveOf his family and friendsThen while he is lost to the worldHe will forever remainIn the life of all…

It used to beThat getting oldWas getting oldNow being oldIs getting oldBut what the hellI bought the ticketI might as wellStay to see the show ©2021 Kevin Fraleigh

RetirementThen the heart attackI thought I would beThe center of your universeCaring for meBut nowYou don’t feel wellAnd I must care for youAgainMy lifeOur livesPut asideBy the weakness ofFleshAnd mindOnce againFate stealsOur destinies ©2021 Kevin Fraleigh

Just a quick post. For the first time since in almost a year–since August 24, 2020–I am back at the keyboard working on series of novels. In the past year I have written poetry and short posts, but these novels have been eating away at me, crying to be completed…

At midnight whence all is stillI sit on my bedsideAnd drink in the quietFor the first time in the dayI am alone with my thoughtsYou and the animals sleepBut I am restless before restingAnd my thoughts will notLet me abandon them so easilyI consider time and spaceMortality and immortalityGod and…

Dedicated to Red Hook, NY, and the childhood that I forgot. Not sure whyBut my mind latelyDrifts back to my childhoodTo a village I little rememberTo the days I little rememberWhere I endured awkward youthMaybe it wasThe spirit of the ’70sOr maybe it was just meBut it seemed thatThat village…

My friend is deadI only knew him for a couple of yearsNot that longNot that wellBut fate brought us togetherI know not whyOr maybe I doLife is a mysteryEnveloped in smoke from a MarlboroAnd washed away by a GuinnessBefore it is fully understoodBefore he was fully understoodNow He lays stillHis…

Is it just me?I never noticedI never sawIt seems likeAt some pointI should have seenShould have appreciatedI was after allNot always a childLoveIntimacyLaughterPassionAll yoursBut I cannot recallEven onceSeeing themAnd I think I mightHave beenA better personIf I hadYou were beautifulThe photosBlack and whiteFaded with ageHidden in a bookAmong your thingsYour…

I fear that I shall never write again Not seriously Not a novel Ten years A thousand pages And my characters will languish In purgatory Their fates untold Their destinies unfulfilled And I Their creator Will fade Unknown Unremembered Leaving behind Only tears of disappointment On an unwritten page ©2021…

O Israel where are you? My friends proclaim their support for you The preacher sings of your glory And scripture calls your people chosen But I cannot see you O Israel where are you? I see Israel on the map But I do not see Abraham Solomon Jacob David Or…

I got to wear my suit today The black pinstripe from London My black tie And my black boots The ones with silver tips To the memorial service To view Not him Not his body full of Covid But a faux marble box Full of his ashes Flanked by photographs…

If you seek the antiChrist Do not look for a mark Because the mark Is not on his head But on his heart And his sign is not a mark But his works And he is not one But countless men and women Living amongst us Lording over us Using…

Over the years I have struggled to keep this blog apolitical, focused completely on writing, but sometimes events overshadow the best of intentions. Sometimes the horror of life is greater that any horror fiction might imagine. Still processing this. On May 6th, Malette and I found out that a good…

Originally posted to Facebook on March 10, 2021. Malette, I don’t need to know all the whys and wherefores. I don’t need to ask the ultimate question. I already know that the answer to every question is you. I love you. Happy anniversary. 42 42 years together. 42 years to…

I buried a friend todayBeneath the tall palmAnd hibiscusIn a small shallow graveJust the size of a catHe died suddenlyUnexpectedlyAlways the healthiest of catsIt seemedYet he died in my wife’sLoving armsSo quicklySheICould do nothingAs that which he had beenSo graySo softSo lovingSlipped awayAnd as my wifeOvercome with frantic griefScreamedAnd criedAnd…

I no longer work for the man.It has taken me sixty-six years, but I have freed myself from the chains of economic bondage.I have cast my lot on the sea of fate and let it pull me out into depths of self-actualization. I am ready to finally take charge of…

I suppose you might think me selfish, but I wanted a party.  I mean, what else is working for if it’s not to get to point in life when you can stop working?  I have been working almost non-stop since I was fourteen.  My work experiences included: Trimming the greens…

I don’t know about you, but since March, my house has been infected with what I call “Pandemic Sprawl”. Pandemic Sprawl is basically the accumulation of stuff arriving by FedEx, UPS, and the USPS. All the stuff is essential, of course, and always seems to arrive in oversize cardboard boxes….

Everything I have ever believed had faith in or loved is a lie. The world is a deception the book the words all lies. My smile is a false front my jokes my laughter all lies. The history they taught us the religion they fed us the lies swell around…

The universe of Any Tomorrow is expanding.  As I told you in my last post, it was time to decide—and I have.  That is one of the benefits of self-publication, the absolute right to change things, and it’s going to be a big change. The Any Tomorrow series will now…

It’s time to face facts. I am 65 years old. Given my family history, I have perhaps ten, at the outside fifteen, years left to write. Facing this reality I have made several decisions about the Any Tomorrow series. In its latest iteration Any Tomorrow rings in at more than…