Monthly Archives: October 2019

Sure, I’ll be there for you, that’s what friends are for, right? And you’re a friend of mine so where you lead, I’ll follow every step you take, your shadow, strolling, traveling along, fighting ‘til the end. You can always … Continue reading →

Sure, I’ll be there for you, that’s what friends are for, right? And you’re a friend of mine so where you lead, I’ll follow every step you take, your shadow, strolling, traveling along, fighting ‘til the end. You can always … Continue reading →

Look around you: the lights are low. All sounds are dim. You am listening to the house settle slowly into snores. You wait for everyone else to sleep. Soon you’ll be the last one sitting on guard in the homestead. … Continue reading →

I do not hunt except for bargains or spelling errors to correct commenters thus proving my argument is stronger than anyone else’s in any of WarnerVerse community boards I happen to be a part of. I do not hunt but … Continue reading →

Looking back on some old poems about you. I really really really really really really really really really really really really hated you at the end. I hated you more than I hated the next three, maybe together – assuming … Continue reading →

This one has a ghost in it and a leopard and a couple of skeet shooters competing for the championship of the universe – but ironically, in pocket pool. This one includes two dance numbers a race sequence four fight … Continue reading →

It was pretty touch and go for a while, there. There was a month I was fairly close to dead, figuratively. I was getting out of bed getting out of the house but with nowhere to go no reason to … Continue reading →

Outside my window the single tree on my block is barely a tree. A reversed truck has left roots exposed and now the tree can be seen struggling to connect with the earth beneath our feet. The city’s been told … Continue reading →

For Halloween, I dressed as me: fearful me shame-ridden me. Infinitesimal, irrelevant and irksome me. I dressed as myself in all my grotesque finery and paraded down avenues doing my best impression of the character. I was very convincing; talking … Continue reading →

You look like someone once familiar. Perhaps you were once Raped Girl with a haunted look in your eye and sense of prey about you every day? Were you Nervous Girl with a hand on your hair constantly twirling laughing … Continue reading →