racism in america |
"Hey, wanna hear a joke?""Sure.""So this guy turns to his friend and says "I have a confession to make. I'm really embarrassed but I need to get this off my chest." And his friend says "Spit it out." ...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Oct 2006 13:59:00 GMT |
idle threats |
They call it pulling your punches when you don't follow through past the target, twisting your torso and push your arm straight out for the reach. Most of the power in your strike is generated by the ...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Sep 2006 08:57:00 GMT |
if all else fails you can blame it on me |
Burning to death, chained to a fiery contraption of intellect. Yet very much alive. The metaphorical flames alight on white-hot nerves, I writhe quietly. No outward indication of this internal struggl...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Sep 2006 08:50:00 GMT |
it sinks internal narrative |
Something about this stir stick stuck in my head. Or was it a spoon? Dull gray steel flare, it leans forward from my angle. The cup steams, thinly dancing shapes only survive the surface, becoming no...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Mar 2006 09:01:00 GMT |
magic lips of sleep deprivation |
There in the non-darkness, city trees defusing layered nighttime illuminations. Moving in the wind, twinkle twinkle little street light. Then you went up on your toes, put your arms around my neck and...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Jan 2006 09:06:00 GMT |
megan |
Megan used to play her songs for me. Driving during a cloud filled spring afternoon, I remarked on the storm front moving in from the southwest "Looks like we may out run the rain."
Out run the rai...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Jan 2004 13:39:00 GMT |
bob |
bob
Posted by on Wed, 28 Jan 2004 13:29:00 GMT |
