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God

Since I was a little kid I've always wondered if God was real. It's hard to explain, but everytime I look up at the sky, every time I see a tree, a...

What dresses does wear

fall evenings, drip

INSIDE ME

Walk inside me, Finish with the weeping Of my dark heart Satisfie the sobs of my torn lips, Carmine colour , That stains my eyes, Silver spring, That...

LOVE

what is love?... do you belive?

Hush

Hush Hush you. No need for words now. You've ripped me open and left my soul bleeding on the pillows. So what's left to ask? Hush, because You're...

Dripping

Dripping Inside me is a void Begging to be filled. And you are like water, Splashing around my ribcage until I overflow. You spill past my lips and...

journal 8/18

Hey, I had an interesting night last night. It started when I ran into a friend of mine who invited me to have a few beers with him. So we started...

Balloon Brother

Magic Realism.

Patchwork

I remember the chase, the flight, the terror, the panic, the pain, the anger, the serenity, the storm, the pity, the thirst, the joy? the sudden end...

Work Diary 8/13/04

Work Diary, 8/13/04 1. It's Friday the 13th. I like that, the little thrill it gives me putting those words together. Nothing will come of it, of...

The Teacher's Revenge

An amusing short story about a high school teacher who has reached the end of her tether.

Don't ever let anyone tell you.

Love baby.........

Child of grace

If you have ever know a victim of abuse, you'll understand it, if not, I think the message is clear, it is about healing.

You Walked Lightly

This is a poem about what I feel love should be about. real, supportive, passionate, lasting.

YOU

I have not breathed From the last time that we speak, And to never suffocate felt better, But I cannot live like that, Between moments, Between your...

The Slacker Extraordinaire

He can be seen meditating on "Waterlilies" at the Portland Art Museum, jogging in the morning hours, tripping with the hippies at the Saturday Market...

CLAUSTROPHOBIC

Sit back down, sit away from me, Feel claustrophobic, I can't breath, until you move. I want to run away, not far, just enough, Enough to breathe,...

Little Black Dress

In praise of lunchtime naughtiness

Mardi Gras

A story from the terrorist's perspective.

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