She is cracked and dryShards of whatShould be.Empty air does not live here,A harsh lit space of nothingnessWhere blinding whiteScours reject sidesAnd spears of brokenStab the world.The winds of voicesFlow on pastUnheard.There is no soil or waterBound to t...
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An Uncle In Need
Visiting my Uncle when he was in need.I got an invitation the end of last yearFrom Uncle Phill, he said we should come hereI must confess the man needed serious helpOr one day soon his stomach would melt My only thought when I was making the bookingWas someone must save this poor man from his...
Tales From The Nowhere Pub: The Captain's Visit
Two naval officers visit the Nowhere PubCaptain Llewellyn Gavin Crayford — “Captain Crayford” to many, “Cap” or “Cap’n” to most of his crew, and “LG” to his friends — disembarked from his ship, Running Light, with a sigh. Most of his crew were already off the ship, glad to have some shore leave...
Tales From The Nowhere Pub: The Nowhere Pub
Introducing the Nowhere Pub - a cross-dimensional pub for adventurersI was sure I had walked down this side street hundreds of times. How could I have never seen this pub before?All right, granted, there wasn’t even really a sign for it. There was just a very tattered-looking board sitting off to the side of a front window...
Fallin’
Precious moments shared …..Although we haven’t known each other longI enjoy curling up in your lapListening to you shareStories memories from your past. Each moment sharedLearning something newThat reveal precious detailsAbout the inner workings of your heart. The softly spoken wor...
One in a Million
She realizes dreams can come true …She is a big beautiful woman about five foot six with shoulder length rusty red hair and hazel eyes. In her opinion, she was nothing special (although others told her often she was). She made the effort to help anyone she met without expecting anything b...
Life of a Fat Chick - Part 1
The life of a big girl is never easy...I grabbed a bottle of my favorite sweet red wine and placed it in my cart. I needed to get a few things from the grocery store before I could finally head home for the day, but Jesus if I didn't want to just skip it altogether and just go home. I was beyo...
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An Alphas Mate
An alpha and his mate walking tail in tail under the moon.Sitting by your side.Looking at the moon,Feeling its lights warm embrace. Knowing I have found my mate,Feeling her heart beating,Wild with passion. Hearing her heart beating with mine,Feeling her touch,Even if through fur. Biting down on her neckHer bitin...
Growing Up Ranch Chapter 12
Moving onGrowing Up Ranch Chapter 12 My SchoolJust as I had a ranch version of other things, I also had "ranch" school. (No escaping it, IT'S THE LAW!!) I had the good fortune to attend Fawcett School, one of the Rural District Nineteen public schools. From the na...
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Because some meats are very dry. For centuries people just drizzled water, or Coke, on their overcooked cutlet or Grandma’s Classic Thanksgiving Sawdust Turkey, and this really just made their plates a gloppy mess. Do you really want Coca-Colo leeching in...
I played my guitar, but my fingers started to bleedI let them heal the smallest price to payBut those chords cost and costI broke her stringThen sent a new line up the vineThat one broke tooFor my whole life is just a splinter of painIt is my taoA curse o...
I'm naked and it's hot even though the ceiling fan is turning. I'm in bed. That's good. In bed sweating, and my mouth is parched like I had eaten a couple tablespoons of flour before I made my way here. The day's already warm and the sun is coming through...
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1 “Oh Carl, you can’t expect me to believe that someone stole your pants at the gym, can you?” Carol asked. There was no heat in her voice, yet, which surprised and momentarily pleased her.“My left sock, too,” he lifted his bare foot and waved it toward h...
All poets AskIs any one listening For most none areThese are the hidden poemsWe speak at midnights agonyWhat do we see when we look on our aging back to our box under the skyWhat drives us to give pureWords and broken love Burning the hair, she gave us as...