Category Archives: Reading

Read all about it

I can’t read the books that I picked up, fell in love with, and took home.  I can’t read their pages, filled with love and torn romances, battered hearts and sad smiles, unmet glances and one-armed hugs.  I can’t read

Read all about it

I can’t read the books that I picked up, fell in love with, and took home.  I can’t read their pages, filled with love and torn romances, battered hearts and sad smiles, unmet glances and one-armed hugs.  I can’t read

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I’d like to have someone to share my poems with Rather than a blog I’d write them She’d read them Then into the fire they’d go

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I’d like to have someone to share my poems with Rather than a blog I’d write them She’d read them Then into the fire they’d go

Whom do I have to call my own?

Bukowski had his hookers Fitzgerald had Zelda And Zelda had Fitzgerald Poe had his Annabel Lee Picasso had Fernande While Hemingway was with his Paris wife Foer and Krauss had each other And the other Dante had Lizzie Siddal But

Whom do I have to call my own?

Bukowski had his hookers Fitzgerald had Zelda And Zelda had Fitzgerald Poe had his Annabel Lee Picasso had Fernande While Hemingway was with his Paris wife Foer and Krauss had each other And the other Dante had Lizzie Siddal But

Nero’s muse

* DISCLAIMER: This was written by Nadia, the muse of my previous post “Nero”  – https://incaseoflosspleasereturnto.wordpress.com/2012/07/17/nero/ I’d like to share something with you about her – She likes simplicity. That big wooden table would definitely have drawn her into the

Nero’s muse

* DISCLAIMER: This was written by Nadia, the muse of my previous post “Nero”  – https://incaseoflosspleasereturnto.wordpress.com/2012/07/17/nero/ I’d like to share something with you about her – She likes simplicity. That big wooden table would definitely have drawn her into the

Nero

It’s your favorite cafe. Chairs, couches, and tables are set around one big room. A high ceiling is surrounded by windows on two sides, and by concrete on the other two sides. It’s rectangular, which gives an illusion that the

Nero

It’s your favorite cafe. Chairs, couches, and tables are set around one big room. A high ceiling is surrounded by windows on two sides, and by concrete on the other two sides. It’s rectangular, which gives an illusion that the

Pimps and pinups

I want you to feel me nestled inside you Where your heart once was As I give you life, then take it away You part your lips, to protest But I press my lips to yours And you struggle with

Pimps and pinups

I want you to feel me nestled inside you Where your heart once was As I give you life, then take it away You part your lips, to protest But I press my lips to yours And you struggle with

It starts with a smile

The possibilities are endless. But, it only takes one. The briefest of moments in eternity. Those with the worst of luck are the ones that meet someone in an airport terminal, and fate has them traveling in opposite directions. For

It starts with a smile

The possibilities are endless. But, it only takes one. The briefest of moments in eternity. Those with the worst of luck are the ones that meet someone in an airport terminal, and fate has them traveling in opposite directions. For

No one belongs here more than you

I dragged myself through the front door, fumbled for the light switch, plopped my keys onto the kitchen counter, and just stared at it. I’ve been avoiding it for quite sometime, especially since it grew twice a week. I groaned

No one belongs here more than you

I dragged myself through the front door, fumbled for the light switch, plopped my keys onto the kitchen counter, and just stared at it. I’ve been avoiding it for quite sometime, especially since it grew twice a week. I groaned

And six other stories

I was recently asked how it is that I don’t feel uncomfortable when I share with the world my deepest emotions in the form of prose and poetry. In all honesty, I used to. I never showed my work to anyone,

And six other stories

I was recently asked how it is that I don’t feel uncomfortable when I share with the world my deepest emotions in the form of prose and poetry. In all honesty, I used to. I never showed my work to anyone,

Award nomination

All this came as a surprise to me. I have no idea what it is, so I’ll keep it short.  I was nominated for the READER APPRECIATION AWARD by http://littleheartexists.wordpress.com/    The rules for accepting this award: •Post a link back

Award nomination

All this came as a surprise to me. I have no idea what it is, so I’ll keep it short.  I was nominated for the READER APPRECIATION AWARD by http://littleheartexists.wordpress.com/    The rules for accepting this award: •Post a link back