Chapter 8: Drought, with a side of extra dust please. |
Remember these two truths;people never changeand people always change.The worst kind of doubtis when you're not sure the next heartbeat will come into existance.Our problem is that we have too much go...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Sep 2009 21:40:00 GMT |
Chapter 6: Oh the Ozarks will sing... |
Is the depressed man depressed because he's on Prozac,or is he really depressed?There will come a timewhen I have to shake hands with timeand say, "Goodbye."The universe will continue to twirl in its ...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Feb 2009 12:58:00 GMT |
Chapter 5: In Kentucky... |
My EyesRoasting fluffy pillowsOver a warm campfireToasting them golden brownI want to stab them in my eyes(stab them out)Why not?They've brought me nothing but grief.AdviceI was kicking about-the anti...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Feb 2009 17:17:00 GMT |
Chapter 4: Midnights in Malls of Missouri |
The Snowglobe pt. 1Abigail was six years oldwhen gran' pappy Tate placed a little magic snowglobein the plams of her curious hands"For you." "What do I do with it gran'pa?""Hold it close; keep it ...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Jan 2009 09:00:00 GMT |
Chapter 2: Pegasus and the tap-dance Unicorns |
DorothyHer name was Dorothyand she was the crown jewel of a proud ship-builder.After the "christening" night,we steamed out to the Mediterranean sea.For a week solid,we hauled in tons of sea critters:...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Jan 2009 16:52:00 GMT |
NEW: Genesis |
UntitledI clutch a smooth white chicken eggPondering it.Analyzing and critiquing its surface"How could this thing possibly support a tractor?"My shoulders heave and sagAnd I hurl the white yolk contai...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Dec 2008 00:00:00 GMT |
My Struggle to Become A Person: part 10 |
MondayLast night somehow,my car's treadshad found my canine friend's headI killed my tiny cocker spaniel it gave me something to write aboutgrief of loss is something everyone can connect with,my pen ...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Nov 2008 04:24:00 GMT |
My Struggle to Become A Person: part 9 |
In fancyA rainy-day in NovemberI held her hand in mine"because it was cold" our reasons the sameWe hid little smiles from each other.and talked of the dreary weather,staying warm the whole time.De-ra...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Nov 2008 08:07:00 GMT |
My Struggle to Become A Person: part 8 |
I am a DamThat glistening gleaming wateroh I despised itlike a magical pool of goldit pressed on mecracks formedall this weightpressureit's buildingtried my bestbut little piecesstarted falling aparta...
Posted by on Sun, 03 Aug 2008 12:05:00 GMT |
My Struggle to Become A Person: part 7 |
GreenAnd then the light came ona single lantern lit up the dank mirkness of the cavehundreds of dark flying ratsroad the wind into the chill night airit took just one flameto make the crocodilesfly th...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Jul 2008 18:14:00 GMT |
