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One Last..
One last cigarette, then I'll try to go to bed, Ignore thoughts of you, running rampant in my head, Pretend that I don't feel the empitness in my...
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- 230 reads
L - Now, I must tread carefully
Poem. Eleventh juror. Near the end now.
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- 986 reads
Night shift
the beginning of a long story about a couple breaking down in the dead of nighting
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- 359 reads
A Yesterday at work...
A funny thing happened....
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- 1572 reads
C - The Customer
Dealing with a very difficult customer...
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- 307 reads
Quixotic
Chasing windmills can be tricky...
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- 488 reads
How to deal with bullies
A lesson for all the family
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- 1250 reads
Just Ice
The world I have I make my own; I write a window of ice but you turn away. What point of reference can I give you, guided by the sun? The beauty I...
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- 729 reads
As The Washer Turns
What happens when an appliance rebels...
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- 333 reads
Divine Intervention
A man is saved from having to make a difficult decision...
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- 252 reads
The Vukovar Club
The Vukovar Club Din of muttered discourse behind closed oak doors Warm, smoke-fogged halls with high, baroque-plastered ceilings One sad-eyed man...
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- 292 reads
I - Precious
You are so like a diamond; Sharp, multifaceted, beautiful precious. Hard, cold, silent. And I found you at the bottom of a mine in South Africa.
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- 1372 reads
On the Last Day
On the last day, at eleven o&;#8217;clock, the sun stopped moving. It was four-thirty before anyone n
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- 1466 reads