R. Gerry Fabian is a published poet and novelist.
He has published four books of his published poems, Parallels, Coming Out Of The Atlantic, Electronic Forecasts and Ball On The Mound. In addition, he has published four novels: Getting Lucky (The Story), Memphis Masquerade, Seventh Sense and Ghost Girl.
I see love through swollen eyes. There is no way to take a measurement of pain. Floating clouds bring sleet stinging rain. My innocence exposed like the raw nerve ends of a concrete fall. I placed no guard on the concept of infatuated betrayal. It hits hard like a staggering concussion. So, I retreat and bind my wounds and examine my complete lack of defense. I carefully establish a new perimeter: one that will still allow kisses but set a time coefficient for expansion while I silently mourn the end of absolute angel trust.
appear in vivid focus out of a personal fog every so often with paper-cut impact. The song that shudders your soul, the novel that creates your credo, the person that becomes your breath. The stimulation is so complete as you approach - so sensuously blinding; you never sense the edge of the razor slashing pain that accompanies their flaws.
The Cassandra Blood Angel
appears in the night mist wearing all white with bright red gloss lips. She encapsulates the energy of caution and impending calamity. Like a prophetess, her voice is steady and slowly soft. Her words are often archaic but absolutely correct yet there are no believers.