Only A Game |
ONLY A GAMEThe rattle and humof rambling voicesup small alleywaysdrifted and rolled onin the shadows andbright spots for hoursas children played.War was only agame and surrendercame without harshinter...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Jul 2009 18:05:00 GMT |
Her Maker |
HER MAKER She screamed ather Maker for the flaws in her mind. She said Hewas asleepwhen He madeher. She was mentallyretardedand alsoBipolar. She wantedto learn howshe could befamous. She shouted tot...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Jun 2009 17:06:00 GMT |
Mother's Day |
MOTHERS DAY I gave birthto an elephant,a chimpanzee, and three girls,who dont lookat all like me. My husbandwalks around the ward.He makes himselftransparentand poisonsmy medicine. On MothersDay no...
Posted by on Sun, 10 May 2009 13:43:00 GMT |
The Worm |
THE WORM There was the time when a worm was wiggling around inside of her trying to eat its way inside her apple-shaped heart. She tried to reach the worm with a fish hook, but the hook snagged on h...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Apr 2009 21:46:00 GMT |
Spiritual Bride |
SPIRITUAL BRIDE
All my problemsStarted when Selena died.She was like my...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Mar 2009 17:02:00 GMT |
I AM NOBODY |
I AM NOBODYI stay in shelters.The streets are not safe.I don't need to be here.I can't sleep.My arm hurts each timeThey take out my blood pressure.It feels like they're tryingTo cut off my arm.I don't...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Feb 2009 17:02:00 GMT |
The Tree Near The River |
THE TREE NEAR THE RIVER
The tree
was heavy with fruit
growing
near the river.
The years
were kind to the tree.
It arched
and stretched for yards.
Snakes lived
up in the tree and
waited
for th...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Jan 2009 17:14:00 GMT |
Nightmare |
NIGHTMAREYou taste of dry leaves.You taste like a gardencemetery with the dead out of their gravessunbathing on the lawn.In mute sadness youremerald eyes weep blacktears the scent of mud and dung.Mour...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Dec 2008 14:23:00 GMT |
The Flowers Of Death |
THE FLOWERS OF DEATH
Death came as a gardener.
It buried a seed in my backyard.
Dark flowers grew there.
They wilted in the sunlight.
They bloomed in the moonlight.
I pulled them out as often...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Nov 2008 02:34:00 GMT |
Transient of the World |
TRANSIENT OF THE WORLD
I am not as young as I look. I have walked with pharaohs; broke bread with the Sumerians and built pyramids with the Aztecs. This century has had nothing to...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Nov 2008 17:47:00 GMT |
