Author Archives: David Macinnis Gill

One Someone Sees

One someone sees A rope For balance.   Another sees A wire For tapping conversations.   She sees A net When faith is too much string.

Posted in Bad Poems

Old Pajamas

I have a bigger tally-whacker than a Pulitzer Prize wining author.  I should know: I have his pajamas.  I didn’t steal them. I found them, last Summer at the New Orleans Radisson. In the bureau, I find these pajamas, cotton … Continue reading

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After Cass

She believes she believes in dreams.  She knows they’re real, but she knows they can’t come true.  Her dead husband, Mr. Cass, taught her that dreams were best forgotten, traded in for a cast iron skillet or a pound of … Continue reading

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Seventh Son

High above Mars in a small space station, two men met in the boardroom of Offworld Mining Corporation.  The older of the two, Stringfellow, sat in a treadchair, too weak from cancer to stand.  The younger man was a job … Continue reading

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Rubber Band Man

The guy always wears a rubber band around his wrist—to remind him of what he is.  It’s a thin brown band about the color of his skin, so it’s impossible to see unless you’re looking for it. That’s what I … Continue reading

Posted in Inklings