. .Checking Out XVIII . . poem by, Tim Peeler |
Checking Out XVIIII wrote a masters thesis in a motel room, weekendmanager on duty, typewriter nights;I answered complaints about myself.Between check insI scribbled pieces of poems,made up stories ab...
Posted by word swallow on Sun, 17 Feb 2008 11:20:00 PST |
the devil lives in the woods. . by, artist jesse wiedel |
. .the devil lives in the woods. . by, jesse wiedel when i was a little boy, i went out into the woods with a neighbor kid to try out his new bb gun. i was excited about the gun, and had fun s...
Posted by word swallow on Sun, 10 Feb 2008 07:51:00 PST |
a boy and his lamb...by, artist jesse wiedel (photograph & painting included) |
. . a boy and his lamb . .by, jesse wiedelhere's a picture of me with my sheep, floyd. i loved that sheep. me and floyd were inseparable. i would spend hours grooming floyd, cleaning his pen. telling ...
Posted by word swallow on Mon, 03 Sep 2007 11:32:00 PST |
poetry by dirk ashly knoedler |
something is sometimes in the morning, things are the hardest for me as i drag myself out of a warm bed as you lay there, perfect and nude sometimes, it takes all my strength as a man to tuck in my sh...
Posted by word swallow on Mon, 18 Jun 2007 10:09:00 PST |
where are your arms tonight? poem by, mitch hemann |
where are your arms tonight? the ones that searched for me in countless rooms. rooms as cold as the great lake state. and what's become of your mouth? its kisses, and the heat of each heartbreaking si...
Posted by word swallow on Tue, 05 Jun 2007 08:07:00 PST |
the scents of lincoln avenue..by joel asa miller |
The Scents of Lincoln AvenueJoel Asa Miller..copyright 2007. all rights reserved..1.I threw back the glass of milk the same way I'd seen the men swallow shots of schnapps in my dad's tavern. Wincing, ...
Posted by word swallow on Tue, 05 Jun 2007 07:28:00 PST |
