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Play yourself like a piano, fill the rooms with the screams and the choking sounds... fill them with pain fill them with hunger fill them with anger and hatred of... me. But what will I do? fill them with love fill them with care fill them with joy and ho...
What is a line but a queue? I’d rather stand than sit in a pew Listening to someone drone on ‘Bout people and times so far gone That even what’s true has been bent To serve ends that never were meant. So on line I’ll continue to stand My foolscap and pen...
He comes first, lumbering out of the gloomy shadows. Half-asleep, I try to protest, but his fist curls around my collar and he yanks me out of bed. He is the hardened villain of my nightmares who both terrifies and fascinates me.Right now, terrified wins....
‘It’s time’ I said ‘to write me another rhyme’ and nagging doubt set in and I thought( Stop rolling your eyes - I do that, sometimes) It’s been so long, the voices chiming to get out have stilled. Or are they merely muted? Or on holiday somewhere hot?(th...
How should I pose before I paint with wordsmy portrait? Should I take my glasses offso that my adjectives can capture the youthfulblue and twinkle I am told is there--althoughwithout them I can’t read a word or see without a squint across the room?Or, sho...
This table by the window where I writeand eat and watch the birds and squirrelsand pile my notebooks on and search the internet and sit with friendswho stop by for a chat and tea,its surface, once worn and stained,I sanded and refinished the other day, re...
This table by the window where I writeand eat and watch the birds and squirrelsand pile my notebooks on and search the internet and sit with friendswho stop by for a chat and tea,its surface, once worn and stained,I sanded and refinished the other day, re...
Note: For several years I woke up at 4 am and wrote a new poem each dawn never knowing what would come. I’ve collected the best of them in a book called Morning Songs and now will share some of them with those who are interested.Each dawn I sit here waiti...
A little bit about this story before you read it. I am currently working on a book of short stories based upon songs written by John Mellancamp -- whose music I adore and whom I consider to be one of the most thoughtful and intelligent song writers ever....
Someone once asked me why I never write in the perspective of a woman. If the popular saying amongst writers is "write what you know," then that'll be your goddamn answer. I don't know. Am I just too lazy to do a little research? Probably. To me, no amoun...
OysterHe walks along the sandy shore,Looking for the perfect place to stop.It takes him a while to find just the right place.He throws down a colourful blanket andSets up his things, ready to write.As he begins to put clever things onto the paper,He notic...
And you thrummed you fingers into my life. I felt these defences lower Like a retreat called in BattleAnd you made this heart beat, Beloved. When it had refused for years It creaked, groaned and broke asunderAnd so I began to feel slowly. I flailed and st...
I wouldn't be sitting here tonight if it wasn't for my sister, all I did was to write down my thoughts and fond childhood memories of her. Those words of love came easily, and the moment they appeared on the page I knew I'd found my true voice.I could spe...
Stories Space celebrates its first year,Congrats to Lisa and her crew,But it’s the members of the site,Who have reasons to celebrate too.Miss Sprite took first place in a contest,And Xuani won money as well,Lady Sharon sold a couple of stories, And so did...
