service |
Service
Oh shit. Not it! Steven said in a forced whisper. A cavernous echo seemed to resonate all
around the small workspace as the three other employees desperately tr...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Dec 2009 18:38:00 GMT |
Need vs. Want (full) |
....................
Need Vs. Want....
....
As the seed
left his body, the guilt took it's place.
He rolled off of the glistening and still moaning figure that laid beneat...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Dec 2009 18:11:00 GMT |
The Turf War |
The Turf War....................
I can hear a father and child....
Laugh at the beauty....
Of the others existence....
Through an open, barred, window.....
The sound echoes off cem...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Dec 2009 18:07:00 GMT |
What breed of fool am I? |
What breed of fool am I?What breed of fool am ITo find love in a serpent's kiss?Or in a phantom itch?Even dreamsMade real by desireFade with opened eyes
Posted by on Sun, 25 Oct 2009 20:08:00 GMT |
The Talisman |
The rain was not cold. I could feel the occasional drop coming through the driver's side window as my father held his hand out in the wind. Flat, like a sail chang...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Oct 2008 15:22:00 GMT |
Loneliness, as a verb (Rough) |
He felt her pulse weaken beneath the thumbs that kept her from inhaling. Her eyes were wide with fear. Pupils dilated. She had drank more than she was accustomed to. His tears ...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Aug 2008 08:47:00 GMT |
Need Vs. Want (Rough) |
As his seed left his body, the guilt took it's place. He rolled off of her. "That was amazing." she said as she put her hand apon his chest. He wanted to reach out and break he...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Aug 2008 08:34:00 GMT |
Equal And Opposite Reaction (Rough) |
He watched as the blood oozed from the cut above her eye. He had not meant to hit her, but he felt no guilt or regret. He just observed that hitting her was not his intent. Her brother had...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Aug 2008 08:15:00 GMT |
Inheritance. |
I'll never forget the way my grandfather looked at his wife. His eyes were a furnace or a nuclear reactor. He became the sun in a bomb shelter darkness. I was fifteen the first time ...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Jul 2008 22:44:00 GMT |
I am the breathing dead |
Priorities (What I think, and what I know)I offered nothing unburntThe best of my harvestThe fattest calfSang songs with your namePraise and promiseAnd prophecies of sitting At your right hand '...
Posted by on Mon, 05 May 2008 01:26:00 GMT |
