By jivepoet on December 24, 2009
(1)My first Blue Mountains journeys were on Sydney’s country trains, With scenery improving, once I’d gone past Emu Plains. I did not know the passengers around me, but perhaps one Might care to play a card game, since we’d only come to Lapstone (2)I closed my vintage fiction novel fast. So I could then look, [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Autumn, Bloom, child, childhood, class, Concrete, cool, Ears, fiction, Fire, Flower, flowers, Friend, Game, Gloves, Hill, Horses, house, Journey, joy, Lace, Lad, Lain, Life, Lost, Lost love, love, Map, memory, night, Rain, scene, School, Sea, sin, spring, Sun, Train trip, Travel, Tree, Trees, war
By Ms.Johnee on April 6, 2009
She pulled herself out of the water, nails digging into the soggy riverbank, choking on weeds and coughing up the muck from the riverbed. She lay still for a while, long wet tendrils of her dark hair straggling across her face, her fingers embedded into the moss and leaves beneath her. Her jeans, heavy with [...]
Posted in Death Poems, Prose Poetry | Tagged Ash, blood, Bound, Bud, Butt, class, cold, Concrete, Creatures, dark, Dawn, death, Dirt, Elbow, eyes, Fate, fiction, Flesh, Ghosts, Grass, Horizon, horror, Knots, love, Map, Moss, Muck, Mud, Nails, Nature, pain, Rain, Rebirth, Rope, Rose, Sea, sin, Sky, Sun, Thighs, Tick, Toes, Tree, Trees, world
By arjunsharma on March 2, 2009
1 June 4, 2006. The Lufthansa flight from Newyork landed in Chennai at 2:15 AM, thirty minutes later than the scheduled arrival time. Mohanasundaram was waiting at the arrival terminal with increasing anticipation. He scanned the hundred faces coming out of the airport for his son. After about forty-five minutes, Arun kumar walked out, waving [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged alone, Angel, Anger, Angles, Ash, Awe, baby, Bad Luck, Bang, Bangles, Beautiful, Blink, blood, Blow, Blush, Break, breeze, Brother, change, Cheeks, child, childhood, Cigarette, Circumstances, class, Clouds, Coffee, cold, confusion, conscience, Control, Crowd, cry, Cup Of Coffee, Dad, dancing, dark, Daughter, Devotion, Diet, Direction, Disrespect, Doubt, dream, dreams, Droplets, Ears, Ecstasy, Emotions, Emptiness, empty, Eternity, Explanations, eyes, Fairy Tale, falling, Father, Fear, Fears, feeling, Feelings, Feet, fiction, First Night, Fish, Flame, Flames, Flesh, Flick, Flood, Fool, For you, forever, Friend, Friends, fun, Ghost, ghosts, girl, god, Gold, Guess, Happiness, Haunt, heart, Heart Beat, Hearts, Heaven, Hill, Horizon, house, Hunger, I love you, Images, imagine, Jasmine, Job, Journey, joy, Kids, kiss, Lace, Lad, Lain, Laugh, Laughter, lies, Life, Lips, list, loneliness, loss, Lost, love, Madness, Magic, Mail, Many Things, Marriage, memories, memory, Midst, Mirror, Mistake, Mom, Money, Moon, Moonlight, Morning Sun, Mother, Moving, Mud, Music, night, Oh God, Old Friend, pain, peace, people, Pig, Prayer, Prayers, Prick, Pride, promise, Rain, Reason, Reds, respect, Rope, Rose, Rush, S Child, Sad, Scars, scene, School, scream, Sea, seeing, Serene, Shame, Sharp, Shock, Shout, Silence, sin, Single Thing, Sky, sleep, smile, Smiles, Sobs, Solace, soul, Sounds, Spectacle, Spirit, Spite, Stories, Sun, Surprise, Swimming, Tea, tears, Teeth, Temper, Throng, Tick, Travel, Tree, Trees, Truth, Urge, Vanilla, Voices, war, Warmth, wife, woman, world
By b on July 12, 2008
Earlier chapters: The Rodeo Girl…the dance floor The Apartment Problem Glass Question Token The Little Girl Live Theatre with Etta Etta Has Flown the Coop Face to Face Choosing In Retrospect… Yes Etta and the Card The last three chapters: Part I Etta and the Lie Etta had just moved in with Jeffery when the [...]
Posted in Stories | Tagged Anger, Antiques, Apartment, Array, Aunt Mary, baby, Bad Luck, Bang, Beautiful, Blow, Brother, Bun, change, child, childhood, Children, Choice, class, Coffee, cold, cool, Coop, Corner Bedroom, courage, Crowd, cry, Cup Of Coffee, Dad, Dance Floor, dancing, dark, Dawn, Direction, Ears, empty, Family Poems, Father, fiction, Frey, Ghost, ghosts, girl, Grand Trees, Grass, Guess, Guidance, Hill, horror, house, Lace, Lad, Lain, Liar, lies, Life, Life Style, Little Girl, Loon, Lost, love, Money, Mother, Nature, Nec, Neighborhood, night, people, Pianist, Pore, Reason, Remnants, respect, Respectability, Retrospect, Ribs, Rodeo Girl, Running, Rush, S Child, School, Shoes, sin, sleep, smile, Sorority, Stairs, Sun, Swinging, Swinging Bridge, Tea, Token, Travel, Tree, Trees, Truth, Upscale Life, Upstairs, war, wife
By David Pekrul on June 11, 2008
For me this is a work of fiction, but for many others, it is everyday life. Drug abuse has no redeeming value. All it does is destroy. I dream about a better day, And wish my fears would pass, And I could live in perfect peace, And then look back and laugh. Instead, I live [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Amazing Grace, Doubt, Doubts, dream, dreams, Drug Abuse, Ears, Everyday Life, Faith, falling, Fear, Fears, Few Short Years, fiction, Flame, Fog, Friend, Friends, god, Gutter, Hopelessness, joy, Laugh, Life, Little Tenderness, Lost, love, Loving Wife, night, Nightmares, pain, peace, Perfect Peace, Quiet Life, Tea, wife
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