

Dance of the BisonDance of the BisonDance of the Bison
The instant I got out of the bus, my senses were overwhelmed with the heavy scent of too much salt. I don't think I ever really remembered just how much salt was in that lake until I was close to it. A bit of wind carried the salty smell through the air, regularly refreshing my memory.
I looked across Antelope Island, which was dead and empty during the winter. There were small patches of hard snow here and there, but otherwise it was mostly brown grass and a few dark brown rocks.
The other people that had been on the tour bus milled about, waiting for the guide to come and tell us mor


The BelieversThe BelieversThe Believers
Mr. Rowen Darby was going insane.
A respectable thirty-something, he was dependable in every way. He was always on time, he always finished his tasks, and his word was solid as gold. Most people who met him were instantly struck by his dashing countenance and gentlemanly good looks. He had gone to some respectable Ivy League school, become a lawyer, married a lovely woman, and had two strapping young boys. He was everything every other man wanted to be.
To all appearances there was nothing wrong with Rowen at all. His home life was peaceful, his children and wife loved him, and his younger


The Search - A SonnetThe Search a sonnetThe Search - A Sonnet
Where will you find that which you don't know? In tea leaves dredged deep down in your cup? In the sound of a lonely cricket's chirrup? Or in the way a tree's branches grow?
Rocks become smooth in the time-stream's flow until all of your thoughts have nowhere to go. Stop chasing these tails, small seeker-child, your questions have answers clear, true, and wild.
If cracked old voices run through your head tumbling about like the ocean's roar, they're weaving in you an archaic thread and tying it in to your very core. For


Grave LettersGrave LettersGrave Letters
I used to know the structure of things: the way of your elusive smiles, the stones of this house, the steady, sturdy trees - these things I can no longer recall. Replaced with other memories: watching the castle collapse, dreading your emergency, endless and silent nights
by your bedside.
I wrote you my heart - all the words that froze
on the edges of my lips - things I wanted to tell you, things you never read, finished too late.
Maybe you still have them - the ruined pages I left in the dust
Devious Comments
My old hypocritical flag and I
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I don't need
no doctor
for my prescriptions
to be filled
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"Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go."
~E. E. Cummings
sorry it took me so long
to read them
and those ninjas are creepy.
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"Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go."
~E. E. Cummings
I really enjoy your gallery
and will be adding you
as well
xo!
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interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
i thank you
you are awesome
and I bathe in your sweat
WHA?....what did you just...
Damn Vicodin ninjas!
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I don't need
no doctor
for my prescriptions
to be filled
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"Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go."
~E. E. Cummings
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Unfortunately, my job demands many hours of overtime. All I ever do is work and sleep. Every once in a while I get a day off.
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"Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go."
~E. E. Cummings
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You may call me a poet when they write it on my headstone."
Deep Thought by Donner
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"Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go."
~E. E. Cummings
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Suggest a Lit DD today!
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"Who is the more foolish the fool or the fool who follows him?" -Ben Kenobi, ANH
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Thanks.
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....huh?
Member of the *Writers-Club!
Have a nice day
Pierre
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'Je sais bien que c'est grotesque d'être gothique le matin devant un bol de Nesquik'Monochrome account~La-Vie-Monochrome
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"Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go."
~E. E. Cummings
Merlin
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Even a piece of paper has more than two sides.
Greetz
Jo (Just)
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Bork! Bork! Bork!
(-Swedish Chef)
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You may call me a poet when they write it on my headstone."
Deep Thought by Donner
Oh and thanks for the watch!
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"Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go."
~E. E. Cummings
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You may call me a poet when they write it on my headstone."
Deep Thought by Donner
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Seems like I've been here before.
Seems so familiar.
Seems like I'm slipping
into a dream within a dream.
Must be the way you whisper.
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