In the depths of my mind, There exists a realm. Monsters stalk this land, Rumormongers tell tales, And Politicians wag their fingers. Yet in this place there is a goodness, Derived from incredible acceptance. No one hangs their head in shame, Everyone’s gender, race and religion are accepted. I thrive here comfortable in my skin.… Read More There Is A Land
My first attempt at Blank VerseI grasped her lovely neck with my handsFeeling the now strong beat of her heart thereI force myself to gently squeeze at firstShe smirks, laughs and mocks, her eyes defiantI hesitate before releasing her My anger becomes humiliation and shameShe laughs deeply as I release her throatLooser, Scum, Cuckold, along… Read More Her Neck
Helen Dudley – TO ONE UNKNOWN I have seen the proudest stars That wander on through space, Even the sun and moon, But not your face. I have heard the violin, The winds and waves rejoice In endless minstrelsy, Yet not your voice. I have touched the trillium, Pale flower of the land, Coral, anemone,… Read More Helen Dudley – TO ONE UNKNOWN
There is a man. Of small stature. That dwells deep inside my head. He is a little bastard. Ordering my thoughts. My personality tests introvert. All because of him. I crawl into my shell, And hide away. I’m quiet, deep and shy. Because he directs my thoughts. Being alone recharges our batteries. People think I’m… Read More There Is a Man
The Sequel by Walter Scott Story Sobered on the instant—the padlock had clicked when Montresor passed the chain about my waist and thus fastened me to. the wall—I stood upright in the little dungeon, the blood running cold in my veins. With maniacal laughter, he withdrew from the niche, whipped a trowel from under his… Read More The Sequel by Walter Scott Story
Solitary and forbidding, the house stared specterlike through scraggly trees that seemed to shrink from its touch. The green moss of decay lay on its dank roofs, and the windows, set in deep cavities, peered blindly at the world as if through eyeless sockets. So forbidding was its aspect that boys, on approaching its cheerless… Read More The Closing Hand by Farnsworth Wright
From the depth of the dreamy decline of the dawn through a notable nimbus of nebulous noonshine, Pallid and pink as the palm of the flag-flower that flickers with fear of the flies as they float, Are they looks of our lovers that lustrously lean from a marvel of mystic miraculous moonshine, These that we… Read More Nephelidia BY ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE
Growing up we were abused in that we had no toy super store such as Toys R Us. For eleven months of the year our toy selection was found at K-Mart, Ben Franklin or Kesges. In these stores there would be one row dedicated to toys with boys on one side and girls on the… Read More Toy Land
HaircutsMy dad was a stickler for men having short hair. Some of my earliest memories come from trips to the barber. I grew up in Flint, Michigan and downtown we had a Barber College. At one time you could get a 25-cent haircut from the beginners or splurge and for twice that amount and let… Read More Haircuts
Ramblings of an Old Coot 