All
As all is all there is to give, The purpose that I live, Then giving all is all I'll do, Should giving all please you. But if all proves to lack something, Though all is everything, In vain are all my efforts made, And all begins to fade. Yet...
For These Things I Cry
For these things I make myself cry: Water falls from my eyes, Since a comforter for my soul, Distanced himself from me, And my children were all scattered When the rivals conquered. In exile I have stood long, Enduring taunts and jeers, As...
Afterimage
Yes, I remember vivid moments now, We talked and drank into the misty dawn, I even hear the voices as we ran By water's side on wettest summer lawn. I see the footprints as I remember. I feel the way you were, the way you would, And tried to...
Across the Divide
Above the valley of my distant plans, A barrier of gray from shifting storm. Across the canyon massive unit spans, All hope to failure raging clouds transform. So barred from success by this foggy wall, Divided by those small suspended...
A Child's Fears
Mother, there's a monster hiding underneath my bed: The tentacles snake up to try and grab my head. Claws with nasty edges scratch across the wooden floor - The grating sound signifies his intent to gore How can I sleep knowing I might not make it...
Letting His Hair Down
Two dog tags dangled on a shoelace, clacking together as their owner walked back and forth. When the wearer paused to look at a third dog tag resting on a bedside table, the jangling ceased, metal settling on a swell of white furred pectorals....
Instant Message
?Zev threw his backpack into the corner, the empty sack landing on the carpeted floor with a dull thup. School always syphoned the energy from the fox, but he knew that at the end of a long day he could come home to his computer and relax. He cracked...
Wholesale
Word around town depicted the owner of the wholesale pharmacy as an eccentric. The man who ran the place operated alone, doing everything from stocking the shelves to serving the customers by himself. When asked if he wanted some employees, he would...
Change his Mind - part 3
"Give me another rep, faggot," Brutus growls in my ears. His hands wrap around the bar, but he refuses to pull, forcing me to shake and quiver as I try and push the weights up so that I can rack them. I'm not going to make it and I know I won't, Brutus...
Change his Mind - part 2
October rolls in, and I still manage to go to the gym twice a week, as per Brutus' instructions. While I've only been to the gym a total of eight times now, I still see some of the results. Brutus says that's normal, that you get the most results when...
Change His Mind Part 1
There's a reason I've never been to a gym before. I'm going to make a fool of myself is the primary reason, followed closely by the fear that I'll embarrass myself while ogling all of the huge guys lifting, sweating, and generally being the kind of...
Froofy Puffs and Romantic Shellac - a Birthday Story
The interior of Kevin's Kitchen won the best design award in the four star restaurant category three years in a row, and was likely going to win this year too. Each wooden chair was hand carved and decorated, similar in style yet completely different...