Napkin Vignette No.2 |
The water sloshed grayly beneath the golden sunset sky. The bench beneath him was hard and cold like the season soon to come. It was fall and the sea waves before him were unattainable. Summer had lon...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Nov 2007 19:09:00 GMT |
Napkin Vignette No. 1 |
She woke up that morning still tired and alone. The room was cold and silent without him; same as her heart. Nothing in this pre-coffee moment pleased her. Beyond the warm comfort of her blankets the ...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Nov 2007 22:11:00 GMT |
Seasons |
At first the trees are brilliant green illuminations. After a time, however, the sun travels and the color dimishes to patches of amber luster reflected by the dying star on the bottoms of old leaves....
Posted by on Sat, 20 Oct 2007 14:53:00 GMT |
Seasonal Changes |
Looking out the window at the buried world I find myself wondering: is this what I look like under a white blanket? Once the blizzard is done it all looks the same. Do I look the same? Of course I do....
Posted by on Sun, 16 Sep 2007 22:15:00 GMT |
Wallflower |
As I walked along a leaf strewn path, I passed a man leaning on a corner. He seemed very focused on the notebook in his hand and the pen he was gliding across its pages. Curious, I asked him what was ...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Sep 2007 22:03:00 GMT |
Poets Don’t Know Yet |
So what.Fuck Shakespeare.Give me a dimeAnd a bucket of peace.Give me a friendOr some lies, at least.Fuck Shakespeare.Whatever.
Posted by on Tue, 04 Sep 2007 19:19:00 GMT |
Leaves of Fall |
Last week I wandered onto a leaf. It told me of the world and what it knew. There wasn't much to tell, but the leaf had only told me what it understood to be true. The leaf never lied, never exagerrat...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Jul 2007 11:54:00 GMT |
I know I can't write, but I do try..(it's a lie) |
Last week he sat down and took notes in history class with Professor Durgen. He wasn't sure why a German guy was teaching American History-maybe they taught it to him in detail while he was training f...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Jul 2007 18:01:00 GMT |
Story! (so far) |
Join us as we journey deep into the woods to knock upon the forbidding door of a dank gloomy cottage perched on the edge of a black bedded lake. A cottage smelling faintly but unmis...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Jun 2007 18:51:00 GMT |
The Return |
Hullo, myspace, my love/hate relationship. How are you doing my little bitch? Oh, how I hate you. I feel slimy just typing this (ech). Here it is: a new one. Why? It's simple: Networking. I don't like...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Apr 2007 18:18:00 GMT |
