Cindy At the edge of a room in a large bolster chair sits a man who is old who is me. By the fireplace glowing, I wait and I stare while I’m deeply envisioning death and despair in my room in my house by the sea. Outside the thunder announces the storm; how trees cry when the bend in the wind. Why do I by this fire all cozy and warm, hearing firebrands crack with an evil alarm, sit here praying this evening would end? . . .It was a score plus some more, almost thirty years passed since the ma...

"An ounce of pretention is worth a pound of manure." -- RCain

It was the words that made her come near to him. They were silver-coated, round and well stamped coinage committed to his memory. He had others in his pocket, but these words would be enough to hold her in his hand. He moved her closer to his mouth as he ripped away the cellophane of her last defense. Her strawberry lip gloss reflected the light of a thousand stars, and in an instant his heart burned like the sun on the other side of the earth. She was inhaled by him and for a moment melted i...

Some folks say it makes us fat or lean, others say that it's all in the gene, but with old DNA they just might find a way to have dead folks enjoy Halloween.

"There are no tags for this item; you must select a goal."

There once was a man from Nantucket whose corn was so sweet he would suck it. He said with a grin as he wiped off his chin, "I know I should take time to shuck it."

be grateful Bush can’t run again; sad to say, though, Cheney always can.

Child at the window silk curtain reality rubble pile longing

unfortunately in finding a new job, Bob lost out on Urbis (And it is such a sad, sad thing, too.)

four boys and a dog in the snow hunting mice how cold their grins are by Martha Cain, my wife!