Gerard DiLeo

Joined July 2021

869 stories

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Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!

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Sylvester's Luck
Velociraptor Plus hundreds of millions' years Makes a Tweety Bird
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
137 Yes Things and No Things
Yes, things were important to him, but she tired of being his sweet, young thing. He admired things for their beauty, and he admired his fourth wife for hers, but not much else.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Plainer in a Plane Land
Poly lived happily in a 2-D world, her plane of life determined by three points: herself; her husband, Quad; and her little boy polygon, Trap. They were plain people living the plane life.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
136 A Buoy and a Girl
They were lovers. It had sounded so romantic, alone overnight on his sailboat. Anchored for the night, all was cozy in the cabin, replete with a wide bunk of silk sheets.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
135 — Phase 1
"Know what your bitchy neighbor said, Joan?" Joan turned away from the stove. "No, Alexa. You mean Missy Hernandez?" "Who else!" Alexa said, displaying Missy's picture. "You know more than anyone the truth never catches up to the lies. She's told a doozy about you this time."
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
A Time and a Place
We still make use of dinosaurs When we put gasoline in cars: The only hungry carnivores Who drive — we don't hunt anymore
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
134 My Brain, Revealed
Scan with a neuro-cephalo-magneto-contrapulator--MY BRAIN, revealed: Dominos, stacked in trails of topsy-turvy predestination, lined up--serpentine--erect and vertical. (Ready to fall, penis allusions otherwise fall short.)
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
133 Waxing and Waning. Top Story - May 2024.
Low tide, so I remain thankful, awakening--alive--to the sound of breakers. You see, now on my seventh morning, only my head remains above ground.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
132 Irritation. Content Warning.
Pearls are from irritation. Ask any oyster. Or when any guest outlasted their welcome. And I'm irritated. The irony is that while I use this concentric-layered aragonite and calcite to sequester my irritation, it just happens to be on the end of a pistol. To settle my discontent that began small as a grain. That milky white irony is now firmly within my grasp: purposeful, 45-calibred, and well-aimed. It is an iron-clad clasp that is clammy and sweaty.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
131 You and Me
"I was another person before I was born," Hunter said--casually, matter-of-factly, as he stacked the Lego blocks. I blew it off and we finished the Lego truck. "Why do we have to build?" he asked.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
130 The Jury's Out
It was the trial of the millennium: the People of Natchitoches, LA, vs Josiah Rebuson. After the defense rested, the jury retired to deliberate. That was over 30 years ago. No hung jury. No mistrial. Not even an inability to agree on a verdict--just the inability to do it in a reasonable amount of time.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
129 — Inadequate Prep
The colonoscopy was routine, but I died. A brightly lit, red-carpeted corridor, strewn with doors, lay ahead of me. Curious, I opened one of them to see a tableau--a life moment which wasn't particularly praiseworthy. I shut it quickly.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction