Daughter of God Pt3 |
The grand finale. Now this won't really make sense without having read the first 2 parts, but then again, maybe it will. Tonight, I caught my lover in my bed with a cheap imitation of the whore of Ba...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Oct 2007 10:56:00 GMT |
Daughter of God Pt2 |
I set out barefoot, burlap satchel over my shoulder containing nothing but a few pieces of stale bread, and I never looked back lest I turn into a pillar of salt (not that I believed that old wives ta...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Sep 2007 14:05:00 GMT |
Daughter of God Pt1 |
Just as I was about to claw off my inflamed skin and throw it to the black mongrels that circled me in the park, howling as loudly as I was, there was a huge downpour, It was the kind of rain that co...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Jul 2007 12:25:00 GMT |
Love & Poultry |
Yesterday my boyfriend and I had dinner in the back of a chicken coop. Oh My, isn't this the best feathers and tar that you have ever rolled around in, he said and winked like his eye was on fire. N...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Jun 2007 11:12:00 GMT |
Beer Poem (or) Last Night at Utopik |
first sip of beerfirst scrawls on the pagethe room is bright, hot, windyi'm waiting for the musicthe storma sandwichin this yellow roomyellow ribbon across my pagei don't mind going out alonewhen ther...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 10:12:00 GMT |
The Dangers of Smoking |
The blue pick-up truck drove through the pine scrub towards a shack in the heart of the woods. The driver knew that no one would think to look for him there, of all places, if anyone cared to look fo...
Posted by on Tue, 29 May 2007 15:03:00 GMT |
I have 13 minutes then I turn into a pumpkin |
It is harder to sit down at the computer and spew my thoughts out these days than it has been for a long time. I wonder sometimes if we all have a certain number of stories in us, like men and their ...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 09:56:00 GMT |
