Author Archives: Gabriel Schlesinger

“Rule number one, do not touch the lava. Lava is very, very hot, and you have waived your rights to sue. So, if you die, or have to get a replacement limb, that’s coming out of your pocket.” Nobody was listening. They talking loudly over me, taking selfies. One couple was making out. That happensContinue reading “Day 3: Lava”

It started with the sunflowers. Those giant compound eyes sprouting everywhere throughout the neighborhood. Their heads slowly turning to follow the sun, guided by an intelligence we can’t hope to understand. Alien, demonic, mystical. My dad used to say, “Never trust a flower.” My dad never actually said that. If you want to make upContinue reading “Day 2: Sunflowers”

It’s been over 25 years since I last wrote a poem, and that might be for the best. But I like the idea of producing 30 single sitting pieces (Poems with Legs as my friend Gillian Devereux is calling them). Here is the today’s. April 1st: The Rains The first day of the rains, weContinue reading “April 1, 2020 NaPoWriMo?”