Holidays In Hollywood (cont.) |
another forgotten christmas eve to add to the list of events. staring at the unfinished wall i painted myself, dozing to the hum of songs i have long since forgot. outside my door there ar...
Posted by They call me ChristmasEveSteve. I hunt baby G. on Mon, 25 Dec 2006 06:49:00 PST |
am i now or have i ever been? |
i am looking for something and i don't know where to find it.i am waiting for someone but i don't know when they will arrive.i am hinting at something but i don't know what i am getting at.i am holdin...
Posted by They call me ChristmasEveSteve. I hunt baby G. on Fri, 24 Nov 2006 12:21:00 PST |
stitch in rhyme |
Just lose my mind Waste some time Ignore the fault Being mine Leaving these nights To walk the streets Live to lie another season And so we ride our intuition And so we go To the places we...
Posted by They call me ChristmasEveSteve. I hunt baby G. on Tue, 21 Nov 2006 03:25:00 PST |
the bewitching |
i fall in the way some men fall after being fatally struck from behind. i roll quarters just to call but i wouldn't smoke a symphony or spin a new tale hunger slips with taste of the tongue bit from ...
Posted by They call me ChristmasEveSteve. I hunt baby G. on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 02:11:00 PST |
Chapter 0 continued |
Mary believed she was special. She felt she held something the world hadn't seen before. Something so profound that if she could put her finger on it, and figure out what to call it, she w...
Posted by They call me ChristmasEveSteve. I hunt baby G. on Mon, 30 Oct 2006 08:31:00 PST |
Sailing II |
Odd to think I really look like that. Odd to think I could come up with that one. Clearing my palette Clearing my cornea I am two shakes shy of quickening my stride With a glassy eye and flashy b...
Posted by They call me ChristmasEveSteve. I hunt baby G. on Mon, 30 Oct 2006 08:09:00 PST |
Sailing |
Still murmuring slightly from last night's pecking order Still humming the drone from drowning percentage Dripping the sweat into pooling plunder Drifting into place letting it wander The sea is s...
Posted by They call me ChristmasEveSteve. I hunt baby G. on Sun, 29 Oct 2006 03:26:00 PST |
chapter 0 |
Well, I suppose this start starts like any other. Long before our fair character was a concept. Before her parents let their pants and guard down for one less-than-enchanting evening. ...
Posted by They call me ChristmasEveSteve. I hunt baby G. on Tue, 24 Oct 2006 11:45:00 PST |
a dream excerpt |
i was losing my groundslosing my feetmy compadre was close behindbut i had no ideawe raced down the coridor with the checkered flooruntil i came upon elevator doors.too risky i thoughttoo many sick po...
Posted by They call me ChristmasEveSteve. I hunt baby G. on Sat, 21 Oct 2006 10:27:00 PST |
foreword |
and her entire life, she knew not her place. she knew not her purpose or her destiny. her dreams of a large wedding danced in her head that night like actors in a ballet. tightly str...
Posted by They call me ChristmasEveSteve. I hunt baby G. on Fri, 20 Oct 2006 11:48:00 PST |
