Gerard DiLeo

Joined July 2021

874 stories

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Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!

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Hand-in-Glove
Preventing ease of donning hand-in-glove We wear vambrace against the other's clutch We just can't seem to reinsert our love
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
Way Past Forgiveness
I'll never forgive you. And I'll never forget you, either. I'll never accept you. And I'll always perfect you, too. I'll never love you again.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
174 Rap CD in Blue
A failed rapper began handing out his CDs on the street for free, hoping he would gain traction. He had chosen the area of town wisely, so there were many takers.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
173 — Omphaloskepsis
Since conception I've been tethered--codependent on someone. I drag with me my umbilical cord, pulsatile with my life. It begins--on me; but it ends on a clump of receptive tissue seeking purchase of my next attachment.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
#172 — Pyrrhic Victory
The human brain can perform the equivalent of a billion-billion mental operations per second, wielding 20 watts of power. Back in the day, when our town's census had swelled to over 40,000 souls, our theocracy had thrived.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Optimist vs Pessimist
I reap what I sow You sew what you rip I keep what I grow You sink with the ship . My cargo ships far You are quartered below
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
Power in Numbers
The human brain can perform the equivalent of a billion-billion mental operations per second, wielding its 20 watts of power.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
#171 — Juneteenth Betweenth a Rock and a Hard Place
An unkown white WWI soldier was in Bell County, Texas, when an African American man joined him. A second white man, in rags, waved. His head bandaged, he wore a moth-eaten blue coat with white trimmings indicating his artillery regiment.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
170 Corinthian Bouquet (Pedestrians 13: 4-8)
On the corner I waited for a lighted green man to say I could walk. A five-way light meant a long wait for all the crisscrossing traffic to take their respective turns.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
#169 Retirement Age
God Almighty sat at his lavish throne room's golden desk. A horn sounded. "Yes?" he asked Gabriel. "And you shouldn't blow that thing so loud. People below will assume the worst."
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
168 Children Like Them
There I was in the Principal's office, waiting. He walked in and sat at his desk. "How can I help you?" he asked, avoiding eye contact.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
167 Rite of Passage — PART 3: EPILOGUE
When scientists warned of the comet that would end the world, money became worthless. It made no sense to quit smoking or drinking, continue gym memberships, or eat right. First the barrooms emptied into the churches but, finally, the churches emptied into bars.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction