to the ocean,
in vine leaves,
and throws one
from the water –
in the sun.
but all she needs
is his kiss.
writes novels, flash fiction and the occasional poem.
Jim was attending his first major league baseball game. From his upper level seat he could see them in the dugout: Mickey, Yogi, Whitey.
For a brief moment he was disappointed. They weren’t the mythical electronic figures that had filled his television screen. They were just men in baseball uniforms.
Michael J. Moran is a retired university professor living in Alabama. Leaving behind the drudgery of writing scientific articles and text books, he now writes short stories and flash fiction pieces reflecting the people and culture of the anthracite coal region of Pennsylvania where he grew up.