A Sestina For Her

By JamesF on Sun, 29 Jul 2012

I felt the trance of onrushing years Fell choking at steps of city buildings Scraping the sky nonchalantly, gripping clouds As the focus of my bemusement held
Love
Poem
Certificate U

The Man Who Built His Life on Sand

By JamesF on Sun, 29 Jul 2012

I was staid, somber, failed to be entertained in the ochre sunset, vermillion sea sparkling on the skyline before me. Hints of clouds rise into the Arabian skies as distant
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate U

armed with a plunger

By delapruch on Sun, 29 Jul 2012

armed with a plunger he stares down into the toilet bowl, as the waste he’s just expelled captivates him & a whole swirl of ideas comes flooding like a parade of pummeling
Other Non-fiction
Poem
Certificate U

no epitome

By delapruch on Sun, 29 Jul 2012

there was a time when the delusional blamed what they termed “evil” on “creatures,” “spirits” & “demons”--- all were meant to terrify the living whilst at the same
Other Non-fiction
Poem
Certificate U

uninspired

By delapruch on Sun, 29 Jul 2012

devoid of motivation, emptied & without ideas, creative vision, focus or the ability to brainstorm, s/he enters the night out through the door to her/his dwelling, to define what it is to
Other Non-fiction
Poem
Certificate U

Living sparks in the dark

By Mark Heathcote on Sun, 29 Jul 2012

The world will fast collide With its own beginning, Then silence shall reign Supreme again, I surmise. Then there’ll be no more singing. Joyous, choirs shall be silent
Spiritual
Poem
Certificate U

Right before your eyes

By Mark Heathcote on Sat, 28 Jul 2012

In a unheated bathtub Numb, let us bathe cold to save. Darn your pockets dear But there’s no money, here Save the bones Of an old Christmas turkey
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate U

‘AND NO SUBSTITUTES!’ A “Dithertation” On Giving Up Electronic Entertainment for Lent (Almost)

By Clinton Morgan on Sat, 28 Jul 2012

“But is telly nice or horrible? It’s nice, definitely, I mean, do you know anyone who chooses not to have a TV?
Autobiography
Non-fiction
Certificate PG

Whispers in a Forest

By Natalia on Sat, 28 Jul 2012

Armed with my basket did I go Through th treacherous forest that day The dead would undoubtedly be lurking Their cries echoing around me Solace was scarce In that place of doom
Fantasy
Poem
Certificate U

A Friendly Brotherhood Battle

By Hunter-Arkaman on Sat, 28 Jul 2012

There were two young men walking in the forest of Bridas to a clearing where they will commence their challenge. They are both related as brothers who share the last name Arkaman by blood.
Fantasy
Story
Certificate PG

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