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Chapter four: A Good Pot of Red Sauce

Chapter Four:A Good Pot of Red Sauce

Aurelie

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

Silent Scream by Harris Whitman and Theresa Newbill

A Day in the Virtual Life of an American Writer

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

Pandora

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

My Friend The Hedgehog

hedgehog surprise

Hell Yeah Horny

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.

Love on the Picadilly Line take 3

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

You Go Girlfriend

this is a true story, (but not mine)

 Watching bees

A tale of realisation

 Formerly Known As...

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

Ten snapshots of the past reviewed whilst drowning

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

It Is Good My Friend

Day after day of warmth and cheer

 this silicon stone age

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: A Good Pot of Red Sauce

Chapter Three

Don't make mine a red wine

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

Reminiscence of a Confused Adolescence - Poem 2

From the Early Days

In the Beginning

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,

Reminiscence of a Confused Adolescence - Poem 1

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

What Dreams Are For

well maybe they are...