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Chapter Four:A Good Pot of Red Sauce

You're not even that attractive but -
I've fallen for you,
Yes, because you remind me of Her,
Your lips shaped so smooth;
They could be placed on a Grecian statue
In the Louvre,

Silent Scream by Harris Whitman and Theresa Newbill

First thing in the morning,
I check my facebook, e-mail
and a couple literary sites
if I've written something that "speaks to me" :
occasionally, I wake every hour

O Pandora, we have lost,
There can be no golden chest,
The immortals don’t know best
And we know less than them at most.
And we will never be remembered,
We will never be forgotten

hedgehog surprise

An electrified air of sexual wanton had taken over Katie’s body and no matter how she tried; it would not release its velvet rope grip.

Third perspective on the same story - only really makes sense if you've read the first two takes...

this is a true story, (but not mine)

A tale of realisation

IPOW try to guess who, before you look at the link...

a motley collection of 10 random memories written in different styles.

Day after day of warmth and cheer

I'd like to write about happy things
like Southern Oregon hills rolling and green,
like bizarre Thai instruments that with wondrous melody sing,
or peaceful, pretty hippie girls

Chapter Three

Don't make mine a red wine

I look like hitler when I drink red wine,
a red moustache that means I'm feelin fine.
My eyes go glazed and then I start to slur

From the Early Days

In the beginning,
there was a world without words
just tigers and birds
monkeys and bison herds

Then came the barbarians
worshipping a thousand exclusive Gods
in a thousand different ways,

From way back when in the Early Days, when I first found my words

well maybe they are...