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My Wife.
Viewer Discretion Advised: Fictional scenario containing Language, Violence, Adult Situations. My Wife. The car rolls onto the lift and I turn to see that the guy stops on the blue line. He stops on a dime and the door opens. - Hi, she says, stepping down from the new......Read More

Posted on: 2007-11-01 20:10:15 | Rating:

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Empty.
I am the vessel for you; fill me with your presence: My eyes are blind to the world, if they catch not a glimpse of you; The ears, that formerly heard sweetness, are deaf but to your gentle song; A nose, without your scent, recalls only a......Read More

Posted on: 2007-11-01 20:15:01 | Rating:

| Views: 167 | Comments: 11 | Tags: badlydrawnstickman love emptiness

Division.
Chantal lives in another building near to mine. I often catch her on the same bus going to work in the morning, and sometimes on the trip back in the evening. Because we see each other regularly, we strike up those little conversations about safe topics. You know the kind I’m talking......Read More

Posted on: 2007-11-04 19:55:27 | Rating:

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The End.
A Playground Song for Children in Four Verses. If this is love, then let it be; instead of warming your gaze kills passively. If this is a touch, then let it be; It feels like ice and stings as the open sea. If this is the end,......Read More

Posted on: 2007-11-05 18:54:55 | Rating:

| Views: 167 | Comments: 16 | Tags: badlydrawnstickman the_end song

Waiting.
Today is withered in a sunken sepulchre when tomorrow’s sun fairly glows; and a heavenly choir’s cry pours down - laments that none were there to mourn it. Cast prayers: wishing on stone cold wells (Listen! their echo does not return!)......Read More

Posted on: 2007-11-09 11:32:57 | Rating:

| Views: 183 | Comments: 6 | Tags: badlydrawnstickman waiting

Gallery.
The gallery’s space engulfs a man in its subduing, uterine calm. His passage is reflected in framed windows offering glimpses inward on past worlds. The oils, so delicately applied by long-dead hands, swirl and shift and compose themselves into vague recollections and ancient theory.......Read More

Posted on: 2007-11-09 13:03:14 | Rating:

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Night.
The night slips over and caresses, like a silent, cautious lover; With limbs of damask suppleness – enfolds, entwines and holds. Her gentle rhythm and glistening pools are sleeping ecstasy; fluid darkness envelopes and greets, night comes – silence. Oh, beautiful,......Read More

Posted on: 2007-11-12 13:44:42 | Rating:

| Views: 138 | Comments: 15 | Tags: badlydrawnstickman night

Ed and the Mutant Tomatoes.
Ed always hated his Grandmother’s garden. He hated the giant ants that were the size of his feet. He hated the spiders as big as his head. And above all he hated the giant, red, pulsating tomatoes. So when his Grandmother called him to fetch some tomatoes for the salad, he knew that a......Read More

Posted on: 2007-11-13 10:01:45 | Rating:

| Views: 157 | Comments: 11 | Tags: badlydrawnstickman mutant tomatoes tomato soup subTomato

Night (II).
Night comes – breathe silence and lie still; Let this charcoal pall cover and swaddle you. The day’s journey ends in velvety purple twilight; breathe low - this end is sweet. On soft flutter of raven’s wings arrives darkness, whispers ‘Nevermore’ and settles,......Read More

Posted on: 2007-11-13 12:30:23 | Rating:

| Views: 163 | Comments: 16 | Tags: badlydrawnstickman night (II)

Space.
<br> <br> This space, <br> a vacuum between us, <br> left by feelings departed. <br> This space, <br> bites and stabs at hearts<br> until they are broken. <br> This space, <br>......Read More