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   Sometimes when she’s feeling quiet, at midday, she opens her curtains to a wide open backyard, she looks

Knew a pink Bunny
He challenged me ‘til I snapped

low voltage warning
coming tomorrow morning
i found the cure for aids
i forgot what it is
in the da

Notes for readers: Enjoy! ;D tell me what you think please. By the way, a ”#####” is a break in a scene or time

Mountain lions been run off
one took a bit of lead

Buck looked around
satisfied,
now

Buck McCoy was well known

up and down the trail

rocky buttes, desert flats

deep within the darkness
the farthest reaches of unknown

nothing here but emptiness
yet you nev

Her eyes were soft, calm, and kept loosely at half-mast. Cloudy-gray swirled in the mixture, dancing around a small, slante

     On August 15, 1924, Elizabeth Ashbrook, sitting on the parlor windowsill, watched a well dressed p

White,
It consumes that of what I have left.
Sanity,
Perception of the world,
Memories of you.

Recently I have had a strange feeling: as if in my own city and even in the country I were an immigrant who has learned the

Invisible people yet seen by all.
As we rise up, they all fall.
Mysterious action yet known reason.
Al

I was born in Puerto Rico, in 1950. I grew up watching Maria Felix, a beautiful Mexican actress, I adored. I became a lot l

1. PROLOGUE: Dad’s Wife, Cuckoo

One Saturday night when we were already in our pajamas, four

Pockets of Change

1. Dad, Woods Owner

One Saturday night when we were already in our pajama

She winds the string around a finger. It limits her circulation and the tip swells, purpling. She considers constriction an

“A CRAZY BOY IN AMERICA?”
The story of a C.B.A
by Jack Kirkson <

Craddled clothes held tightly to her chest
Moist sheets laying underneath her head
His scent craved by her ever

Can’t find a thing to wear, can’t get rid of these butterflies.
How can I compete with all her other guys

From the stress on me
From the time I’ve put in you.
This is all I’ve got.

Can’t you see me here?
Laying on the floor face down?
How did I get here?

Where doesw this lead me?
Why do I put so much in?
If to get nothing…

Can’t you see me here?
Laying on the floor face down?
What do you do now?

  One step forward, stop.
  Turn left, stop.
  Three steps forward, stop.

  Find in me the light, the hope, the real, and the good. Find my life on to serve, one to love, one to be. Live

  You wouldn’t understand the feeling I got everytime a car goes by. You wouldn’t understand the amou

The power is out
Chaos is out
He is throwing a party
The guest list is long
Expectation is high

  Why is it that women love to see men cry? Is it just for the awe factor? Or is it for the “pinch your che

         A Man and his Island
According to the Coroner, my uncle was dead fo

I belong to a group that suffers from an incurable disease.  Indeed, we are not much talked about—we aren’t �