short story piece |
Two naked figures draped over fine linen sheets looked oddly misplaced in the practical bedroom. Smoke drifted up from Janet's cigarette into the dim light of the ceiling fan and stayed there, swirlin... Posted by on Sat, 10 Mar 2007 22:32:00 GMT |
Through my window |
Through my window,A little old lady in blueWith soft, black shoes and a rustedwheel-barrow gently makes her daily trek to the compost heap.Dutifully clutching the woodenHandles, her body is bowed,But ... Posted by on Mon, 29 Jan 2007 16:13:00 GMT |
Poem in angst |
its kinda funny...the way our hearts work. sometimes i think that once you get it all sorted outother obstacles pop up- and you realizehey, i've got more climbing to do. a giant fucking hike.then ther... Posted by on Wed, 12 Jul 2006 08:13:00 GMT |
The beginning of my novel |
Mr. Stanton is gripping the steering wheel just a little too tight, his knuckles getting white from the effort. Leyla can see the sweat beading on her Dads nose and hairline despite the air-conditioni... Posted by on Wed, 12 Jul 2006 08:05:00 GMT |
Preserve something GLorious |
He's the big guy. you know the one with all the muscles who likes to eat steak and raise hell. He likes to sleep with all the girls who have seen him on tv; He likes to show them his championship rin... Posted by on Thu, 15 Dec 2005 19:39:00 GMT |