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Dancing, suspended from the ceiling as a breeze wafts through the window Twirling, revealing a metamorphosis of shadows between light... - Poetry > Free VerseI. My compliments to the editor, Or the editors, As the case may be: You who sit at a computer, Tireless, I imagine; Sometimes drone-like; Zombie-stare at a glowing screen. I imagine you Far-reaching as the world’s largest spider With access to the world’s largest web, Sifting thr...
- Poetry > Free VerseA brittle and colorless leaf shines brightly in a stream of dog's urine. December sunlight sparkles, twinkling across the leaf as fluffy clouds carelessly drop in weightless heaps over the bowl-edge of our mountains....
- Poetry > HaikuAs the river flows- On, or off, The eyes that see- begin to fade dull...
- Fiction > All FictionPsst, you, yeah, you. C’mere a second, I have somethin’ ta tell ya, something that’ll blow your mind outta the water, princess. Trust me, you’ve never heard this one before. Lean in close; lemme whisper it inta’ yer ear, soft and sweet. …Wait… never mind that, ya might actually wan...
- Poetry > HaikuWatermelon breath. Lake-wet hair, canoeing. Stars, Moon, marshmallow roasts. Pizza, pool grass. Sunflowers, dandelions, Sun-scent skin, smiles. Four leaf clovers, no school, bare feet, freedom. Garden. Jubilant hand-stands. SUMMER...
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- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceWe are playing a game of spoons on the outdoor picnic table in the warm sun. Birdsong drifts down from the sunburst tree above us. Cards are passed around the table, and every once in awhile someone mutters about their hand. Spoons lay in a pinwheel, aiming in seven points of direction from the mi...
- Poetry > Free VerseIf society is a web, Then who is the spider? A bird is pushed out of the nest To be consumed by the world Am I to become that bird? That fledgling bird who feels the wind with it's wingtips for a short time until the ground is realized before it Or will the earth accept it? Will it forg...
- Poetry > All PoetryThey see nothing Their eyes are glazed With the light of computer screens [a web worthy of Shelob herself] Ears stopped with the cries from within. Jaunty caps [black as one perched on a speaker] And sour complaints. Blue and white are the colors of the day [could they be the colors of...
- Poetry > Free VerseWords chase each other around my head, blabbering, incoherent; the half-formed heads of fairytale stories, never finished, never ending. Wispy, like white eiderdown. Slowly floating to the bottom of my skull, there to stagnate in an eternal pool. Occasionally, gravity reverses itself, they float ...
- Poetry > Free VerseI go through life, 'most every day, Every arking day Day day day, And this, This is what I say Say say: "Ta dida da, Ta dida dae My name is nobody; God welcome the new day" Sounds pretty upbeat, That I know, Know Know But knowing doesn't matter... So just go, Go...
- Poetry > Free VerseTa dida da How I wish it was still so Ta dida da Why'd you ever have to go? Ta dida da I don't really care anymore Ta dida da The world's bigger than we think Ta dida da Those are now the years of yester-lore Ta dida da Ta dida da Met you at the roller rink That world�...
- Poetry > Free VerseTa dida da, Said the oyster to the pig. Ta dida da, You're getting, ahhh... To be precise, You're getting quite big. Ta dida da, The oyster was told by the pig, I'll fetch a handsome price. Think I ought to wear a wig, Or would that be like gambling with a pair of weighted di...
- Poetry > HaikuSapling shivers in wind, dreading maturity. Stream never gets old....
- Poetry > SonnetThe sky is turquoise blue, the air is clear. A meeting of minds, alike as can be. Their lives so differnet, parting draws near. Severed already by a figurative sea. working in unison as hearts are bound. They speak together 'til the job is done. Ever linked, though proximity unwound. W...
- Poetry > HaikuWhere did the crabs go? Shells empty. Water stagnates. Homes burn, sky still blue....
- Poetry > Haiku
- Poetry > Free VerseShe lives safely within a wall Of books, Many colors, Styles, And genres. She is protected, Secure, Invulnerable, She has created her own prison. A cold, Gray, Stone cell. Very little light reaches through the single, iron barred window; It cannot touch her crystal-clear, And frozen ...
- Poetry > Free VerseWe did some stuff, We did some stuff, We did some stuff, And that's enough We fixed a hole, Stuffed a mole Inside He'll probably get out, Oops, He just died But that's enough We did some stuff, We did some stuff, We did some stuff, And that's enough...
- Fiction > All FictionThe Artist bought the canvas and set it directly in front of the North-facing window in his studio. The late afternoon light shone through it, heady and dark yellow, as if the canvas was a one-faceted prism. This canvas was to be the starting point of his greatest masterpiece, the painting that wo...
- Poetry > Free VerseI crouch by the lakeside. The sky is blue, like a vast and unimaginable bluebird. Fluffy clouds scud across the underbelly of the world like giant and perfect white down. The colors of blue and white reflect upon the water, making it a mottled and tranquil blue-black. I extend a finger, intending t...
- Poetry > Free VerseI’m my own kind of crazy And anyway, What is normal? Just a matter of opinion, If you ask me Which you won’t, Because you’re scared I’m too weird, Too alien, Too one of a kind for you Or your friends, Or anyone in the world, For that matter… Thank you, For taking the time, ...
- Poetry > All PoetryInvisible trash Collectors of glowing, Immaterial And broken winged Orbs, blue and green, pink and pure, Depending on the Imagination. Do deer, with liquid brown eyes, Windows to wild and Meek souls, dream of green -er meadows, stronger legs, or A world without man?...
- Poetry > Free Verse1. There is a bird, A maternal little bird Who visits the Westerly-peak of My little green house But once a long gray year. There is a bird, A motherly little bird, Shaped like a teardrop, Brown and gray With a sharp black beak Pointed Toward the end of the day. There is a bir...
