Cigarette Break |
Stacy readjusted her stethoscope atound her neck, peeled off her Latex gloves and deposited them in the biohazard container. She had just completed a grueling twelve hour shift at Kirkland Memo...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Sep 2008 18:47:00 GMT |
Ticket to Ride |
I don't know why she's riding so highShe ought to think twiceShe ought to do right by me
Before she gets to saying goodbyeShe ought to think twiceShe ought to do right by me
I think I'm gonna be sadI ...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Jul 2008 14:46:00 GMT |
I Am the Child |
I Am the Child
I am the child who cannot talk.You often pity me, I see it in your eyes.You wonder how much I am aware of - I see that as well.I am aware of much - whether you are happy or sad or fearf...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Jul 2008 21:52:00 GMT |
On the Brink |
On the Brink
It was summertime in Kansas, and I was 14 or 15. Ispent my time smoking on the top of a building thata tornado had ripped the roof off of several years back.It was a great sp...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Jul 2008 20:29:00 GMT |
Age |
The idea of age is such a subjective thing.
How to explain to youth, all lean of limb and radiance,
That there is no begin or end, but a great continuum.
A chance at life lurks behind the stumb...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Jul 2008 20:18:00 GMT |
Waking Up the Soul |
The small, quaint museum seemed to draw her attention, though it wasn't much to look at. Abigail slowly drove by the white painted frame structure and pondered the feeling it evoked. It w...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Jul 2008 20:07:00 GMT |
Daddy Don’t Take No Charity |
DADDY DON'T TAKE NO CHARITY
I remember vividly certain key points of my childhood like they were printed upon stone or recorded on video. One such incident happened while I was in Mrs. Winter's...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Jul 2008 20:04:00 GMT |
Long Blue Socks |
Long, Blue Socks
When I was four years old, Dad left Mom and us kids with my maternal grandmother in East Texas and went to northern New Mexico to find work and a place for us all to live. He was con...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Jul 2008 19:54:00 GMT |
Zoo Story |
I decided to put up some of my writing. Tell me what you think.
Harold mopped his face and balding head with a soiled red bandanna then stuck it back in his uniform pocket. Da...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Jul 2008 19:41:00 GMT |
Blog Game |
Blog game
Here's what to do:
Leave your name in my blog comments.Once you do that, this is what I'll do (I will respond to you here on my blog page)1. I'll respond with something random about you.2....
Posted by on Sat, 05 Jul 2008 11:30:00 GMT |
