Paul stood by the open tent flap, taking a few minutes to enjoy the beautiful gifts nature provided him for free. Looking to the eastern shore, he marveled at the red, orange and yellow explosion of pre-dawn glory heralding a new day. Low on the Western h...
When I was young I used to have so much fun Not knowing what part I would have in life's play Happiness is gone. . .I now carry a gun And my thoughts settle about me, like ashes in wet clayI saw John, today, catch a bullet and die He was married, and I th...
As I view the world through the prism of my mind I see what life's made of, and I wish I were blind Nobody is happy, and those that say they are Have a mind that's torn, twisted, with a social scarThe beat goes on ... the war goes on ... But can life go o...
Rainy days are not any fun. Sam and his little brother Jim knew this all too well. The constant rain for the past week forced the two boys to resort to other means of entertainment. Both of the boys would have loved to play in the snow, like they saw on t...
Across the disco void I'm attracted by your smile But our orbits remain in sync for just a little while The music machine makes loud the distance between us Alas! I am from Mars and you are from Venus
PART ONENaomi sat, staring out of the city bus window. She held two large, brown shopping bags on her lap. The bus was not really crowded, but she did not feel at ease. Looking out the window was her way of avoiding eye contact with the other passengers....
I live deep within these caves of concrete and polished steel Cut off from all the things of the world that are beautiful and real. Reluctantly I awake, to the clock's persistent chime. I hop in my super-car, and fight the crowd to punch in on time I'm ca...
Christmas Far from Home PART ONE A cold wind swept the dirt street sending clouds of dust into the air. A few pedestrians scurried along the worn paths between the ruined buildings. Anxiety mixed with despair was the most common emotion that seemed to be...
Sam trudged along the now familiar path around the storage area. Two hundred paces along the fence line, one hundred paces to the corner of the first building, two hundred fifty paces along the back of the building, and seventy-five paces back to the fenc...
PART ONEIt’s that time again, that time again--that time between mid-November and the end of December. Yes, it is that time again, when everywhere you look, everywhere you go, you are reminded that you need to buy something for someone. That time again, w...
