"There are those who write things down and those who don't." Judy giggled a bit as she realized she was talking aloud to herself. "And a whole lot o' people in between who do a little of both," she continued. With a sigh, she snuggled into the chair next to her bed. "If you don't write it down
When I was in my late teens/early twenties, I would eat the occasional moth, grasshopper, ant, etc. to entertain my young children and their neighborhood friends. I also swallowed other things, goldfish and guppies to name a couple, to amuse them (and myself I suppose). This was great fun on
Momma’s Rain has just been released by Gatto Publishing. Check it out at: http://www.gattopublishing.com/ The novel is available as an e-book and also on CD. The CD version is complete with nine songs written and performed by the author. If you’re interested, the first chapter and an interview with the author may be viewed at: http://mommasrain.4t.com/abo
Sometimes I Feel I have been a player and singer in rock bands for three decades. I wrote songs for bands before I did any other kind of writing. My son learned to play guitar about the same time he learned to walk. I don’t do bars anymore and I wonder what keeps me singin’ until something happens like the other night. My son, Tommy (who is now twenty-sev
Sexy and Sexier The art of surprise A world-renowned psychiatrist led a group of twelve fellow professionals, leaders in their respective fields on a quest for knowledge. Their goal was to figure out why, when a person has specific needs, aches and pains, etc., it feels better when someone else tends to them than when they see to them themselves. Logic
I Would If I could be a pillow, a safe place to lay me down your grief, I would. If I could be a basket, I would gather all your sorrow, cast it out into the seven directions, I would. If I could be a fountain, I would flow with you through the seven waters of your soul. I would always be your friend,<BR
Flame Pushing words away lest they eat my sleep become the only part of me devour those golden hours which amount to the rest of me yes, away with dreams and all that seems possessed to make an end to me Anesthesia is an art to which I might at once lay claim a shallow grave divided I might just lay between so
Earth Chapel In the city we imagine the cars are wild horses Buildings become mountains piled high one on top of another until they are small and one under a great expanse of sky where cave creatures dwell climbing into the bellies of the horses making false light against the night a collective prayer
Birds I View Whomever hears a choir must needs long for Noel just so... those inclined toward the voices of birds listen for Spring as one might any day sing yet exalt in the clamor of rich pitch soprano and tenor rising on alto bass legs to soar all ways speak an air of wing There were five this morning
Dear Reader, Looking into faces of choir whose voices reach, pass us through more each the crowd tone upon tone upon tone delicious... Love. Ah yes, what else is there in the Spring... youth.. the bloom of youth on love’s face. A poet would name it so and never Summer, that lustiest season of all. The rebirth of all
A compelling read! Daniel Meyer Texas (12/27/2004) An epic and compelling adventure. An artful blending of motorcycles and the unique souls who ride them, clashing cultures, family love, the loyalty and honor of friends, stunning betrayals, and inconceivable evil all swirling in a land teetering between apocalypses. Join Wulf as he leads his people i
His eyes are closed and a tear runs down his cheek It gathers in the filth on his face makes soft mud there His rifle leans against his left shoulder butt to the ground its bayonet gleaming hard and steel through the liquid red of new blood running running down to stain the gray cloak of his uniform
I DECA - Interlude At dawn they loosen the chains skin tears steel remains The jailer spits on the floor rattles his keys in the door shines a light prison eye lines of bars no Earth and sky makes small talk scratches his ass belches and passes gas touches your girl’s picture on the shelf same hand touches himself chuckles a
Might Have Said I might have said I love you ten thousand echoes reside Three wandering Moons of Atlantis conspire to conceal, they hide the city; my love is a rainbow whose path is come open and wide a tumble me down and forever whistling of prayer, neap tide I might have said who are you whose sleep I have come to s
Might Have Said (words - 245, lines - 51) I might have said I love you ten thousand echoes reside Three wandering Moons of Atlantis conspire to conceal, they hide the city; my love is a rainbow whose path is come open and wide a tumble me down and forever whistling of prayer, neap tide I might have said who are you wh
A Vanishing Face If truth were a sparrow and I learned to fly I would never again walk to catch a lie If moments were forever and days could be years love was a rainbow and happiness fear I would drown in a moment of fear every day color my love with your smile and say I love you today and yesterday too only tomorrow will know wh
Inner Piece This work is dedicated to Jesus Christ, Elvis Presley, Jim Morrison, Abraham Lincoln, Friedrich Nietzsche, all those hopeless creative addicts of life. Introduction By Decree Motoring Colorado Ninety-three Rocky bad ass Mountains to the west of me a fist full of pink bellied dawn I got no excuses surrounded by the See
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