Gerard DiLeo

Joined July 2021

866 stories

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Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!

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Failure
When everything fails: Solutions beyond your reach— You are not alone
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
56 Greener Grass
I walked, lost in fog, deep in a forest. Moments earlier there was no fog, no forest. Something had sought me out. Something was coming.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Mount Olympus
I hear dust devils echoing with antediluvian tales. I feel sandy stings of wispy winds carrying to my wind-blown face caveats left over from distant epochs.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Symphony of the Spheres
God's radio is my seashell. Like most things of the divine, I find it in the simplest things. Children well know this. Consider my conch.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Menu of Life
The primeval soup, served in a Petri dish You can slurp it down, but you cannot finish What evolution brings to the species fetish
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
A Venery of Noun Collectives
I revel in terms of venery--venereal terms--which in sex means contracted disease--but in nature means "nouns of assembly." As such, I relate to poetic vibes, like a herd of fauna, a bush of flora, or a buffoonery of clowns.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Submission Rejection Letter
Dear "Inspired," Thanks for your interest. We regret your writing style, while compelling, might seem a bit archaic for the average reader.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Unarmed
He was only five, so she was helping him with his bath routine, like she did every night, even before he had left them. So recently had she been estranged from her husband that she was still growing the strange, new sensibilities that sudden single mothers often do.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Wringe Horrific
"Uncle Mortimer!" said little David. "Uncle!" said little Rachel. "Tell us about Wringe," asked little David. "Tell us how it's the most horrible, terrifying, scary thing in the whole world," asked little Rachel.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Born to Die
I have no special immunity From my time's incontinuity. I will age, as sour, in time Like a grape, our, on the vine Unbound, I'll drop to the ground;
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
Oldies But Goodies
On February 19, 1878, Thomas Edison's patent for the phonograph was awarded. Risking a flimsy segue, by the time Edison's invention was 99 years old, a gold-plated copper record, using similar technology, was attached to Voyager 1.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Abacus of the Gods ÷ 2
The god of wine wanted to spread His seed with a mortal, alone in her bed She conceived, for him, a son Who did the math on Mum
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets