Story of the week

Mexico

the love of a beautiful woman on a beautiful day lights up the dark years long after she has gone

Quack!

whether fear or fantasy I quack!

an ode to insomnia

bleary-eyed, on coffee, downers, and opioids: I.M.ing with friends across the globe and a likely bride in Thailand, eating gourmet Italian T.V. dinners

The Voice under foot

Forever an age I've been around A home to many a base a shroud Within I house a fiery glow Of molten rock black gold that flows At times I build colossal gas

Reflect My Pain

The pane is set As the rain is swept Before my eyes Peering I'm spied Frosted effect Makes me reflect The stark distant night Whilst lightening ignites Blue auras are traced

Ascension

The velvet sky it reigns me in Held am I yet closed from sin From deep within a spark ignites The cosmic gestures hold me tight Beneath I feel a sudden shift Gentle though but must insist

shooting up silicon

From the plush office chair I found out by the dumpster, I can check the weather in Bangkok or Zaire, skim the headlines of The New York Times, or check the latest trends in gutter-punk hair,

The Angel's Silence 37

It was a doctor from Grazia Salvifica hospital saying, "There has been an incident with your daughter, Rayna, and we need to speak with you."

Shattered

Sometimes surprises don't work out ...even nice ones

Echoing words & ghost memory stars.

Why are you lik it? Why be so different? Cant you help it? Why cant I change?

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