Terror in America

!!dedicated to the farmer in rural Phetchaburi, Thailand who saved me from the wild dogs, let me stay the night, and then took me home on the back of his motorcycle, all before refusing my money!!

You Don't Give Me Comments.

Swan Song.

How It Was

poem thing

Just another Day in La-la Land. (Inspiration Point).

I have to admit that I didn’t see the Inspiration Point topic until today.

Black and White: The Girl At The Piano

It was a black and white landscape. Ebony fingernails, ivory keys. Her hands on the piano were rough and unpolished, the skin pale and faint in the soft afternoon light.

The Star Visitors.

A stand alone story or a prologue to a new series.
Cherry

Inspiration point: A minor Incident

My challenge piece, after waiting all day to find something to write about...

When did I lose my ManHood?

When did I lose my Manhood? Was it when I realized I couldn’t work anymore? Was it when the doctors diagnosing me with an incurable chronic illness?

Check mating

what lay in waiting. Love, they understood

Longing

In the distance I can see you But you are still far away My heart is sad, my longing strong But in the distance I see you I walk the path, the path of the day My hopes raised higher

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