Gerard DiLeo

Joined July 2021

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Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!

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198 — Forward, Into the Past!
In 1904, two great nations, Britain and France, signed the Entente Cordiale, finally establishing diplomacy and ending their colonial disputes in North Africa.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Bleaching Out
Red on yellow will kill a fellow A life of blues goes down in twos Red on black means venom lack Red-hand — underhanded Too yellow tells so
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
No Net Gain
Your are a nine-sided nonagon Side-by-side, I'm an octagon But our angles should total Three-hundred-and-sixty Degrees congruent:
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
Vowel Movements
A'lexa had always been a fussy eater. For example, although she loved monosyllables, terse was not necessary, for she hated the way contracted words tasted. They gave her a lot of trouble. She wouldn't say shouldn't. She could not tolerate couldn't. Weren't wasn't for her. Her vocabulary was too pure, perfect, and flawless. Shouldn't — she just wouldn't.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
197 Take a Minute
It only takes a minute to say goodbye. Unrequited, it takes a lifetime to get that minute back. Open-ended goodbyes, thus, don't end.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
196: Lest They Not Be Forgotten — the Memorial Wall
The cleverness of the human mind, twisted by strategic jurisprudence, had made a holocaust possible even in this democracy. Of the 14 million Xenotians of their pre-holocaust demographic, only 56 remained.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Annual Adversity
A Newtonian Nuclear Inferno Vouchsafes Each Revolving Satellite Accommodating Returns Yearly This was written for Real Poetic's Anniversary Acrostic Unofficial Challenge.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
195: I'm No Lesbian
I am not a lesbian, she thought. She knew she wasn't. She insisted to herself she wasn't. It was an honest denial, even though she worshipped and admired women--as a species unto themselves. She was proud to be one. Exalted.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
194 Cynthia's Crack
David said she was hallucinating. She believed him. Indeed, no one else could see the crack three feet in front of her. "Cynthia, you take medication for a reason."
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Nonet. Top Story - July 2024.
There are nine reasons we must end it Your eight tentacles suck me dry Seven deadly sins kill me Sex numbers our false love
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
193 Etched in Stone
In a forgotten land, an exquisite palatial colonnade rises from a granite stylobate--foundation supporting its marbled columns. A lofty horizontal mezzanine, contiguous lintel, perches well above the heights of even great men--a circle of architrave, frieze, and ouroboric cornice--that loops for the inquisitive, orbiting eyes that follow it.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
192 Your Daily Heuroscope
URANUS RULES TODAY'S HEUROSCOPE FOR THE FOLLOWING SIGNS Dicks: In the handicapped bathroom stall you will piss the toilet seat and leave the toilet unflushed. You'll offer solace to the wheelchaired man by explaining it's how you found it.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction