I am a stranger in a strange land standing here alone at the balcony railing, as I have done so often in the past looking down watching the scene un-fold below. With it, all like being something out of Dylan’s Desolation Row, and being able to see all yet...
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Take just a step cried the sad man, and take a look down into the madness along with the patient queues headed for the gallows as songs can be heard for the hallowed. With only fear breaking the silence as all kneel and pray for guidance, as you tread the...
Lying here hearing the sound of thunder coming from the front that rolled in during the night, and sometime during or after the midnight hour as I find myself drifting off to dream. Starting to begin the crossing of those blue hills on the border there, a...
Time passes like it always does. But, this time here is different. This time I am alone. Alone, I have never been this alone before. It is not that sense of loneliness one gets when surrounded by people but no one who knows you. This is the loneliness tha...
Stars sprawl across the skyPursuing their everlasting questsHow I, too, wish to journey afarGoing window shopping for a dreamPerhaps I will be an adventurerCarving stories out of my lifeAway from this mental prisonWhere I am forced into domesticationBut m...
My grandma and I sat on the bench, watching the river. I was eight, and she was almost eighty.“You see how still the river is, love?” she asked as she drew me close to her. “The deeper the river, the stiller it becomes.”I nodded.“Be like this river as you...
Flowing Letters
My needDo stories ever write themselves?Sometimes it seems so.They spill forth from our fingertips with no effortYet I’ve stared for hours at my paper, and no print rises upNor does my pen dip itself and begin to form the lettersThe blank white computer window i...
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Rumbling in the night
"Oh please God, make it stop!” she whimpered.She first noticed it when she awoke in the dead of night.A rasping sound which was growing louder as she listened.She nudged her husband beside her, but he didn't stir.Louder still and rumbling, increasing in volume until she could bear it no longer.She n...
As mysterious as the spectral night,Out of the shadows, you beckon to me,Your pale skin lambent with an inner light,Every delicious curve of your bodyOutlined in high key by a sheer black sheath,Ripe with the tantalising delightOf the barely concealed ple...
Every day seeing those passing looking like a chain of fools, and looking up at those blue skies above knowing that those blue days have arrived with every day seeming the same right now, and all the people are the same.Knowing when those blue days descen...
How many paths have been tried by us and then failed? For there has been no one there to point a finger and no one to blame, and we are standing here in the dark light of the sun together out here at these distant crossroads as we have done in the past. L...
Her Freedom
Then Megan remembered the nine millimeter.Megan sat cross-legged on her bed, the math book for her master's program open in her lap, when she heard the gunshot and Freeman's yelp. He had no time to protect or react. Not even the slightest growl. She sprang up from her position and shook uncontrol...