An Adage of Pizza Day
Poem When its late at night and all you hear is the wind rattling your window pane and a distant siren singing like a chihuahua at passersby, you might think loneliness is a...
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The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Four – The Brewer 10
Serial Fiction Laughter exploded around the table. The table-wear clutter dipped again and bounced right back as everyone resumed eating. The workers were too tired for lengthier inquiries into the fabric of sauce...
Dream Boats
Poem Woke up from a dream I am far away A trail of thoughts Disconnected and small A moment fleeting A moment here and gone Standing now Picking up the pieces Trying to remember...
Forest Creatures: Quiet – Part Four
Fantasy The immortals served their sentences and paid no head to the fact Little Thing was overhearing. For in their eyes, Little Thing was just that. A little human, meek and powerless, there only...
On Writing
Spoken Word I couldn’t get you off my mind today so instead I just Unleashed my strain of consciousness upon this Webpage which is hardly the same grand gesture as a Hand-written note...
A Collection of Short Poems II
Collection of Poems Soul Love A boy and girl talk of love, the windows of their souls glittering, forgetting the black backdrop of their dark mental temples setting contrast for the sparkles escaping their eyes. New love, old...
Do I Deserve It
Poem You trusted me I failed… You loved me I hated… You gave me bliss. it faded away… Sunny morning kiss all is now astray I know what I did bad and dark...
Animal Dilemmas – Laughingthrush Worm
Short Story The Worm climbed off the white rock and started eating earth. It was half way under ground when a band of laughingtrushes flew up the high valley and landed around it....
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Four – The Brewer 9
Serial Fiction The ham. In between bites of life the Brewer liked to walk aimless through the veins of the city. Pilgriming to unknown neighborhoods. Walking helped him arranged his thoughts. He often...
Wild Dreaming
Poem Looks like you spend Your free time Shopping through The windows of my eyes Your dreams! Your dreams! Looking like my sights Keep dreaming Oh, keep in that space Laying in my...
I Will Not Beg For Mercy
Poem I can’t remember anything, the day, the night the faces, was it rum or vodka in my glass, or it was your poison, your eyes. As the sun is shining blindingly, I thank...
