Beginning in an Ending |
*Every day has a beginning and ending, just like every life has a startand finish. July is gone like the gasoline it took to make the circleagain, Florida to Florida, by the way of America. Cocaine an...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Apr 2009 14:54:00 GMT |
And then there were none. |
And so she pondered....once more."Let there be light!" he yelled. And yet again, she looked the wrong way. What he should have said was, "It's over here, (as he points in a certain direction), I promi...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Jun 2008 01:07:00 GMT |
What is it worth to you? |
Verb: reevaluate ..reeu'valyoo..eyt 1. Revise or renew one's assessment - reassessDerived forms: reevaluated, reevaluates, reevaluatingSee also: reevaluationType of: appraise, assess, evaluate...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Jun 2008 16:10:00 GMT |
Only To Wake Up The Same. |
*It's fortunate
you laughed
because I would have lost
my way.
These are the notes recorded,
these are the lines reflecting
what one evening had to say
to another.
"I walk, see
and believe a gentle...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Jul 2006 21:13:00 GMT |
I Suppose It Is Worth Another Chapter. |
I saw her as a Geisha. Whether or not she was turned low on the back burner, she was still hot enough to burn you. She could drain you for fulfillment and become empowered in the process of execution....
Posted by on Sun, 04 Jun 2006 21:13:00 GMT |
There Is No Point In Explanation. |
She awoke with a jolt of introspection. The obscure leap of faith had occurred, overnight, in her slumber.
She had a new kind of faith, not quite unsettling, not quite reassuring. It was a faith in sa...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Jun 2006 20:19:00 GMT |
Filling The Void. |
She pushed the cheap headphones closer to her ears. His words echoed through her head. The words set the mood, but her rushing thoughts carried it on.
Their paths were near each other, but there was...
Posted by on Mon, 29 May 2006 22:54:00 GMT |
No One Should Feel Exanimate. |
She knew that if she did not move, it would surely shatter, just like the mason jar. It teetered off the edge momentarily, reflecting a beam of light coming from the partially open window. The gleam ...
Posted by on Wed, 24 May 2006 12:17:00 GMT |
She Was Sure Her Face Was Turning Blue. |
Nothing was different. Nothing opened her eyes.
Oh, how she longed for more!
Her time was like an unborn child, with an umbilical cord tangled around it's fragile neck.
She opened her mouth t...
Posted by on Tue, 16 May 2006 13:45:00 GMT |
Used, Like The Pull Out Method. |
There was always something more to say, another opinion to add. Everything could be questioned once, again, torn apart and reassembled. Assurance was not a guarantee, unless your heart was vulnerable...
Posted by on Sun, 14 May 2006 18:35:00 GMT |
