I WANT MY, I WANT MY, I WANT MY MTV - I MEAN MY MYSPACE |
Ok, ok, OK!I get it! MySpace is passe, it's internet history, it's a drag, man. I get it. I get it. What was once our great mode of "social media" has now given away to FaceBook, and Linked In and Twi...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Sep 2009 13:09:00 GMT |
COMMUNION |
For my friend, Brenda, who is a breast cancer survivor and one of the bravest women I know. COMMUNION Behold!This pound of flesh youHave so cavalierly sliced from my bodyAnd tossed aside like garbage,...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Aug 2009 06:37:00 GMT |
CRITICISM, EDITING AND ALL THAT WRITERLY HOO-HA |
As some of you know (and a few of you have read) I've been working on a new horror story that I will be submitting to Science Fiction and Fantasy Magazine shortly- if I can get through the editing pro...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Aug 2009 05:54:00 GMT |
I FELL OFF MY BIKE |
What is up with that saying "it's like riding a bike" when talking about the ease with which a person can to back to an activity they have not done for a long time ???? My contention is THAT IS BULLS...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Aug 2009 06:29:00 GMT |
STONE GIRL |
STONE GIRL You know I wouldnt mindWalking with youBut you would have to Bring me back from the deadYou know I wouldnt mindTalking over coffeeEven though some people would sayThat is so banal Ive be...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Jun 2009 09:48:00 GMT |
TIME |
TIME What you sayDoesnt make it realWhat you sayIsnt even what you really feelYoure crying while you lock the doorJust like youve done so many times beforeYoure tornBetween your pride and your ne...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Jun 2009 12:11:00 GMT |
FAULT LINES |
FAULT LINES You cant hear anythingBut your own tumbling rush of accusationsYour barrage of excusesOf so-called proofYour self-serving religion ofLies and suspicionDrawing the fault linesBetween us.
Posted by on Wed, 10 Jun 2009 06:34:00 GMT |
GOODBYE |
GOODBYE Say goodbye to your beautiful sonOh narrow-minded oneYou are stepping in the minefieldOf your sorry fearsSo, say goodbye to your gentle and lovely sonIf you cannot see beyond your spoiled beli...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Jun 2009 06:32:00 GMT |
TRAVEL |
TRAVEL Sometimes the airOn the High Road isQuite thinIt chokes meMakes my head lightMaking me longFor the roadMost traveledFor rolling in the mudOf that dirty roadOf guiltySatisfaction
Posted by on Fri, 15 May 2009 06:03:00 GMT |
IN THE ROUGH |
IN THE ROUGH Have you ever put diamondsIn your hands andRolled them around?Watched themSparkle and shine?They are like water And hot white sandThey are fireAnd iceDiamonds are hardAnd silky softThey c...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Mar 2009 14:25:00 GMT |
