Deep River

I lie.

The Visitor

The large oak door swung open as the real estate agent entered 114 Maplewood Boulevard.
Cherry

Punctuation Moron

Should that be a full stop Or a Colon that’s halved

Karaoke

Kissing the mike to belt, “Born to be wild”, Accent grates or is it chocolate smooth? Rolling his velvet vowels, Arranging each sentence to sparkle like stars, Ogling each neon line,

SF.Pt.12. Hall Of The Mountain Grill.

Syd Barrett forgoes breakfast.

The Ramsbottom Pigeon

Not autobiographical... not a falcon . Minor edit and illustration added. Created at the Pulp-O-Mizer.com

Hard News (27 March 2009)

I heard the news today. Oh boy!

After Years

Again we meet without quite knowing the right words which express, which connect the things we might have felt through young, shapeless shells. We were in the lap of something so simple,

Untitled for now.

I felt the cold, bitter wind rush against my face, as I ran as fast as I could down the long narrow driveway. I could hear the thing behind my seeming to get closer every time my foot hit the ground.

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