Beef

Sometimes she would sleep With her head on my chest Saying she liked to hear My heart And that thick chunk Of meat would start to think It had more to it Than beef. The stupid lump.

I Saw A Boy

I saw a boy Who knew he was a boy And wanted all the world To see a man. He had gelled hair And wore a face Like a frown drawn on a strawberry. He was about twelve.

"the joys of night"

a tanka ~
Cherry

A meal without you

Whispers of light illuminate the finger marks on the porcelain of a white chipped cup which sits contently curved. After dinner plates, allowing the remains of olive oil

HELP ME SAY, NO MORE FOOD essay

Eating is fun. All that snacking and munching, chips, pop, fudge, and, enough. Stop, or I'll blow up. PS. As of July 29, I have lost 20 lbs. It has taken me two years.

Not One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich

I thought of ME 110's and bomber moons over London lighting the Thames and fires burning, and death raining down from the roaring heavens...how the children cried. A cold sweat soaked my inner cloths.

A day like every other

This story features a man, television, tea, beer and some other things.

The Lecturer

I saw them leave the building together. I had just left it myself, and was about to cross the road, when I happened to glance back.

Time For Action : The West Talks Tough (Peace Movement Chapter 1)

An alternative recent/current history of the Iraq crisis as it might have affected the world. This is not intended to be accurate history.

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