Eric Moreno

Eric L. Moreno is a freelance writer and lifelong resident of San Antonio, Texas. He is a proud graduate of East Central High School and the University of Texas at San Antonio and lives and dies with the Chicago Cubs. Among his writing influences, he would count Ernest Hemingway, Larry McMurtry, William Goldman, Elmore Leonard, Quentin Tarantino, Bill Willingham, Stephen Ambrose, Geoff Johns and Roy Thomas. Ex Nihilo, Nihil Fit

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The Daily Chore

The Daily ChoreBy Eric L. Moreno The Daily Chore I see It Everywhere Trash. Refuse. Rubbish. Waste. Crap -- that’s all it is. In the kitchen pantry In the restroom In the bed...

the fire in her eyes

the fire in her eyesby Eric L. Moreno She could make you laugh So easily. God, she freed you from yourself Simply by scrunching up her nose Sticking out her nose Or making a dirty sound. You kn...

The Give

The Give You feel the Give There is some thing That was once whole Solid Now … it is not. Physics and action Come together In a playfield of Violence. There is a Give. It i...

Fear

FearBy Eric L. Moreno Glass shatters and scatters Like the ruined disks Of my spinal column My face bleeds Burning out the pain from my Skull It's not enough to cut through The Strang...

Don Vicente Moreno

Don Vicente Moreno By Eric L. Moreno Stale smoke fills my mind And I am 8 years old again. Memories coat me, warm And sadness fades. I remember the pilot in his mirrored avia...

The Master of the House

I'm going for something "cute" here with this one ...The Master of the House By Eric L. Moreno The moving wall to the outside shuts and he is gone. “Be good and watch the house,” he...
Carlos and Judy have been together for almost two years, All their friends’ll tell ya, they are in Love. Up and down, thick and thin, good and bad … in lllllllllloooooooovvvvvvvve. ...

Partners

I looked her directly in the eyes still unsure of what I had heard, yet somehow knowing it instinctively that what I heard were the life-changing words that I had so longed to hear. She had said tho...
An Ode to the Blank Page in Pseudo-Sonnet Form By Eric L. Moreno Empty whiteness stares back at me Mocking, taunting, laughing, leering Hey, when why am I supposed to use “thee?” ...

A Ranch in South Texas

This is my virgin post here ... I have been working on this piece for quite a while and I would love to hear some feedback ... positive only of course! I was struck one day by seeing the remains of an...
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