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Hi, My Name Is Joe

A poem about an all too often an occurance in the streets of the city these days.

The Lodger

THE LODGER by Don Flockhart Victor was sitting at the kitchen table cleaning his light bulbs like a nurse cleaning wounds. For each bulb, he opened...

Courage

Friends,at last.

After the first night

Speed poem. In Terza Rima but without the metre.

D: April 2004

THURSDAY 1ST Spent the whole day throwing up. Andy may not be able to become a driving instructor - yet. He only renewed his license two years ago,...

Only Time Would Tell

A snapshot look at domestic violence and it's consequences.

Just Getting Over Me

Getting over you is really getting over me. It's facing things I haven't wanted to see. It's letting go and moving on, settling up and getting strong...

Almost Sonnet #1

Woke up this morning, the sky was blue. Maybe my debt of solitude is no longer due. The skies were clearer, the fall air fresher. Today my hurt heart...

The World May Have Treated Her Unkind

Alone since she was little she knew the rule, A wise person must be kind to be cruel. The world will eat you up and spit you out, she knew first hand...

Little Clown

It rains with no relent, leaving the little clown wet in her circus tent. Fear not, little clown when the rain is through the sun will come around...

Everyday...You

Everyday I wait for you. Everyday I want for you. Everyday I need for you. Everyday I'm closer to you. I go through the normalties of life, the joys...

The Effects of Song on the Single Girl

An embarassing honest look into the mind of a single twenty year old.

Commercially Manufactured Singledom

Finially! Someone speaks the truth about what it is NOT to be single.

Conundrum

What will Dan's decision be?

Mobile phone

This is just to say your comparison between the moon and myself is accurate, as you knew it must be, but because you are my sun, all so much brighter...

Fridge

Daughter, This is just to say Black is unbecoming, dear, you're not going to a funeral Mum, this is just to say I'm in mourning for what I used to be.

Quiet

Cry softly into cushions, piano keys all rusted. Fail. Embryo smiles in my empty womb. Parched. Cannot write. Mustn't. Sorry.

I should

wear a watch recycle myself learn to think first get to sleep perfect my laugh listen remember to cry hug trees stop talking start singing (silently...

Rising Sun

It's da bomb
Cherry

Collins

Dream Day 2 - story (escorting a radio personality to radio station)

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