And They Hatch From Eggs! By G.T. Roe Once on an island in the Thesian Pon Mama Flurry waited while Papa gone She saw one egg, then two, then four All the eggs except one more Began to crack, and break apart The mother smiled at this start “Oh, frambulous day! Hip hip, Horray!” The mother cried in a voice so gay. “Papa Flurry! Come quick, with speed Our babies are hatched, and now will need Food, and water, love and care Hurry, now, I do declare!” All the eggs except just one Had all their ha...

White Dwarf By Greg Roe With a venerable smile, he leaves his flesh hutch Never could I laugh, no never could cry Only I believe the holy’s great lie Yet the white-dwarf’s shimmer is lost in clutch Oh! His bones of brittle yet veins not touched Ashes will fall fleetly - the time is nigh Heroes grow so elder, and thus will die With belief in lies, as someone’s last crutch See the only lesson to learn from time Existential silence dying hasn’t might Admit those fears nothing always nothing See...

Dear God, Don’t Let This Paper Be Graded By Yours Truly (gREG rOE) My name be Greg. I hustles for a living at Medary Commons. I may not make the dollah dollah bills, y’all, but I keeps it reall, f’reelz. From Brookings city I was born and raised - the floor drawing comix is where I spent most of my daze. Yeah, I took English 101. Composition? I bee’d that mamma jamma. I was planning on aceing it - but apparently my papers weren’t up to par-potential. Did I find those subjects difficult? Not t...

Rusulka By G.T. Roe In a sunless kingdom of murk and cold Dwells the Water Tsar’s servant and daughter Of her laughter and singing I was told Deadly to men, for no one had caught her I met her along the Western Dvina So enchanted by her sonorous spell I approached her water-filled arena And thus I began my journey to hell She tickled me once and laughter followed Plunged beneath the waves, I felt she might love But her foul smile, as the whitecaps swallowed I saw all the vile she was so full ...

I consider myself a mediator between good and evil. I think we all are. These aren’t profound words, but the basis of human interaction. A code of moral to produce the most benefits to human kind and human self. I am not some prophet of the millennium but a son of man. The words of the ancient ring true, but few listen. The end result in neglecting to honor words often described as religious or spiritual is an apocalyptic end to species and self. Individual selfish instinct would be our destr...

“THE ADVENTURES OF SNOWMAN!” By G.T. ROE Opening credits and title appear with Adventure influenced music as the camera follows the main characters as they roll together a snowman amidst the winter playground. Title “THE ADVENTURES OF SNOWMAN!” is displayed after snowman is rolled and the camera zooms out of the scene to reveal it all occurring inside of a snowglobe. INT. CLASSROOM The classroom is separated into three or four round tables where students are hard at work on arts and crafts. ...