I have a poem which isn't working out to my specifications, so I decided that the best thing I could possibly do with it is pick my favorite passages and give them away.

Here's the deal:  I offer up some sentences to get you started and you leave me a poem or story, short or long, in my comments section which incorporates one or more of the ( Read more... )

I'm laying on Sam's bed, talking to Sarah as I stare at the ceiling.  I've got on a tank top and a pair of size large flannel pajama pants.  They don't match.  I'm practically falling out of the tank top, so I'm sort of tugging at it absently as I say whatever comes into my head.

"I need to be an unemployed degenerate or something.  With a grant so ( Read more... )

fawkesonfire (6:47:03 PM):  does mom know about the party/how much does she know about the party ( Read more... )

The year after pretending to be somebody’s mother
I became an Elf
and stayed that way for quite some time.

My friends were human, when I had them.

Mother’s rose garden,
off limits, of course,
was fair game
and the deep stream behind the field
had jewels along the bottom;

I couldn’t swim.

Willow trees had faces which wept
and I spoke to them;
I thought they ( Read more... )

"Smith," she guesses.

"No way.  Adriaanson."

Professor Julietta Adriaanson's leopard-print heels click past us as she rounds the corner in her knee length pencil skirt and frilly blouse.

"Damn you," Halo groans.  We hear more footsteps.  "Shelby?"

"Nah, that's definitely Abrahms."

She glares at me accusingly as Dr. Benjamin Abrahms shuffles past, ( Read more... )

"Classes start tomorrow, Professor ( Read more... )

Jareth looked so cute as he brooded on the bus.  All angst-filled and explosive.  Abney smiled and kissed his cheek.  He didn't respond, but he didn't pull away either ( Read more... )

"We miss you, Lena, why do you never come to see us?  You never even call?"

If everybody wanted to see me, though, then why did I feel like the leper?  The contagious fetid piece of poor luck that nobody would talk to beyond the traditional:  "Hey, how the hell are ya?"

If they missed me, if they wanted news, why didn't they call me?  Why didn't we ( Read more... )

I sit on the swing letting one bare toe dig shallow patterns in the pale dirt under me.  I’m not swinging, just sitting, letting myself be moved by wind and whim.  You stand near me, watching, protecting.  I wouldn’t dare be caught unhappy without a guard on hand to keep me from hurting people who got too close.

But you’re with me, so I can swing in ( Read more... )

Her little brother is playing in the water, throwing rocks into it to scare frogs.  As long as he's not hurting them, I won't stop him.  She and I lean back in the grass, letting the sun warm us from the outside in.  It was a long winter for us both.  I've certainly had longer, but I don't know if she has.  I haven't seen her one on one in over a ( Read more... )