Maria would never amount to anything. Girls like her never did. It wasn’t like she really had any choices, that’s just the way things were and everybody with any sense knew it. To think otherwise would be mere folly. Girls in her part of town never amount...
In the mood for something to read?Then of my advice you best take heed.If it’s worth reading, you’ll find it here,On a site that’s celebrating its very first year. Looking for adventure that packs a thrill?Or a crime drama that ends in a kill?You can find...
Salt can be found everywhere. In the earth. Our oceans and seas. Our air. Even in our bodies. It was such a valuable commodity in our early ages that wars were waged just for the power and control salt would afford its owner. Only the rich could afford sa...
We drive up the east coast in an old Cadillac where, as the drivers change, I try to convey to you thoughts which are abstract, but articulated like a bike tire going flat-a silent hisssssssss till you press down and there's no firm contactand what was or...
You probably were a bully, Who never did well in school, Stole other kid’s lunch money, And thought it was really cool. And now you’ve moved on, To stealing other’s work and time, All without a hint of remorse, As if it’s not even a real crime. I’d like t...
Today, we had a revelation about something. We call ourselves writers...but isn't writing with a pen and a paper? I don't know, is it? Techinically, what are we? What can we call ourselves? Typers? We're typers...new age enthusiasts...typing away 500 word...
This was inspired from a friend's email, a line she had said and it brought about this little poem.there is this game I have been playinga game filled with wordspoetry is the gamethat I so enjoyseeing new wordscome in my mindand on my screenjuggling them...
A friend of mine once asked “How come everything you write is so dark?” I said they weren’t completely dark, you just had to see the light between the words. Which is true in all writing. There is intent and there is interpretation. What did I mean? What...
I sit at my computer desk trying to think,I pick up my coffee and start to drink,I've been up all day and into the night,Wracking my brain for something to write.Just sitting around all day at home,Hoping to write the next great tome,But my progress has b...
