Your Verb |
Imprinted bulbs of fleshcaress and smoothnerves on nape crying in
want:A mother dove soothingthe chirps of vacant bellies.Fault lines
partfrom center to endsexalting heat,offering an old ravine to...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Oct 2009 19:31:00 GMT |
Revelation and Clarity |
It's funny how much of ourselves we are willing to reveal to the ones we love. This is a message I wrote to the guy that has been my best friend for the last three years. I know a lot of people did no...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Sep 2009 07:17:00 GMT |
In Expiration |
In ExpirationOrange cap tugged snug against brow.Hands a tremble, feet a stumble.Cold, wet, translucent fingertipsrun ridges against the grain.His eyes etch the shade of each muscle,of each curve of...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Sep 2009 05:18:00 GMT |
Just Add Water |
The trestles don't pokethrough this old pelt anymore.Neglected and abandonedit has swelled with the watersof three years' passing rains.Under the new found weightthe timbers have becomefragile, frail,...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Jul 2009 14:06:00 GMT |
These People I Know... |
My closest group of friends has been faced with an interesting
adversity... A first love that has become explosive in its own right. It has
taken on an identity of its own and while I find myself wr...
Posted by on Thu, 21 May 2009 02:59:00 GMT |
A Most Disturbing Response? |
RE: Attention Students: Residency Updateawaddell06Sent:Wednesday, May 06, 2009 11:52 PMTo:Emerson, Brian [[email protected]]Cc:Wiafe, Ron; Windham, JamekaHi Brian!I am really having a hard time underst...
Posted by on Wed, 06 May 2009 21:22:00 GMT |
A Most Disturbing E-mail |
Attention Students: Residency UpdateEmerson, Brian [[email protected]]This message was sent with High importance.You replied on 5/6/2009 11:52 PM.Sent:Wednesday, May 06, 2009 1:13 PMTo:OnCampusStudents...
Posted by on Wed, 06 May 2009 21:09:00 GMT |
The Rescue - April 25th, 2009 |
http://therescue.invisiblechildren.com
Posted by on Tue, 21 Apr 2009 08:14:00 GMT |
Deliverance |
This river flows
into a patch of still water.
A graveyard of turning leaves,
now brown decomposing corpses.
The smell is that of a body
covered in feces and set to fire.
The rapids have flushed...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Nov 2008 20:40:00 GMT |
Mustard Gas and Roses |
Her eyes flicker with fire
the kind that warms post-sledding pre-teens
sipping hot chocolate, sharing first kisses and stars.
His eyes burn just as bright,
his fire charring skin and melting ha...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Nov 2008 16:06:00 GMT |
