Colloquial |
I think when you looked me in theeyeStanding on mypolished lawn you thoughtDeficient Epic FailBut you know when I look in my rust-covered mirrorAll I see areGreen iri...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Apr 2009 11:32:00 GMT |
Sticks and Stones |
It's just a branch, detached from theliving tree that grewfrom green saplingto deadened stump.Detached from cordsof sinew and fleshthat weilded itlike a sword withflashing metal:fluild and swift,Each ...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Apr 2009 11:26:00 GMT |
Op.# 85 |
An orange light flickered in dimness, the flame glinted golden off all nearby (and previously neglected) parts, marking every movement with its glow that gives the hands hovering over their tasks an e...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Apr 2009 11:21:00 GMT |
Title |
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Posted by on Fri, 03 Apr 2009 11:19:00 GMT |
No Laughing Matter. |
Meet Katie Wirsing and Andrea Gibson. Best performers ever.
Posted by on Sat, 24 Jan 2009 21:36:00 GMT |
Self-Portrait: Revisited |
I am still a child. Not where skinmeets the air, but where blood still pumpsExcitement at the sight of butterflies,no, fairies. I am the Winged Dream achild sees, fluttering from flowerto tree, until ...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Dec 2008 10:21:00 GMT |
Empty Lining. |
This is a gone gone friday tough voicewhispering with solid tones of wet lined hope. Bright world in my pocket, I hum to someone sitting next to the john with his head in his hands, empty words in min...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Dec 2008 18:39:00 GMT |
How fun! A hEart to HeART! |
Type your name in my blog comments.Once you do that, this is what I'll do for you...1. I'll start with something random i like about you.2. I'll tell you which song/movie you remind me of.3. I'll say ...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Dec 2008 02:54:00 GMT |
Office Work |
I guess I should have known from the start that this day wasn't getting any better. Like when I woke up and all I could focus on was the screaming of the baby in the apartment above mine. I was so enr...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Oct 2008 04:21:00 GMT |
Inspired by Someone dear. |
Little ripples appeared on the surface of the coffee as he set it on the table; the disturbance to the liquid seemed to match the one in the air as the tendrils swirled from the end of the just-li...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Oct 2008 08:09:00 GMT |
