I was hoping to see

obsessive and incessant stuffing,who walk upstairs with lots of huffing,you may be wondering just whythe doctors and the books all lie.You’ve tried the Atkins and the Eades,have eaten rabbit food and weeds.Have starved yourself for many daysand jogged and exercised in waysthat should have made you pencil-thinand planted on your face a grin.Instead, you ate…

and did she love him just a tador was he really going mad.She did not say, remaining muteand let her hair fall in to hide her eyes,he saw her sway a bit, God was she cute,and then she placed his hand upon her thighs.

though very few do understandramifications of this noble substance.Imagine, if you will, a theatrein open air, the background fragrant pines.The stage is set with circles of straight chairs,there for the actors and the dignitaries, waiting.A goodly number is reserved for Serotonins,who share the limelight with the Dopamines,and now, the show begins, both do their thingwhile…

if so inclined, the cream of wordsone finds the free spirits and nerds,it’s been a home to visit ofteneach stay means that inside we softenand learn so effort-free from others,then tease our new poetic brothersand sisters, uncles like Lamontwho teaches us the proper fontand Jefferson, Sir Boxershortswhose comments can be blunt, of sorts.There’s Jerry, Allan,…

the telegram had made her faintand the two soldiers had supportedand talked to her, a chaplain would,by morning, be the one who’d beenin situations such as this, since sixty-three,they left her in her cold and clammy shell,to take the numbness into bed with her.Who’d knock this time of night,for heaven’s sake, it was enough,can sudden…

take this scarf, tie it tightfor the chill of the nightI’ll send longjohns next year for your knees.

I sit here playing with my mouseand take it all out on my spouse.The message to Emilie sentfor nasty comments I repentplease re-instate my reading joyI do not have a single toythat would be able to replacemy P/H entertainment basefor daily entertainment, no,it even beats my favourite showon the olde tube, so would you mindto…

a handful of those cheap and plasticand trashy, utterly bombasticpoetic thingies for my fanswho file them under ‘also rans’.And in between when typing fingersdid rest the funny feeling lingersthat those who did decline the chanceto write some rhymes that please and dancecannot for love of all the richesfit in their oversized dull britchesthus they must…

so kuess mich, Liebste, noch einmal,‘haett’ ich im Leben eine Wahlich wuerde Deine Seele liebenauf uns’rem Grabstein staend geschriebenes gab kein schoener Lebensbunddrum komm und liebe meinen Mund.Lass mich auf Deinem Busen rastenwir reden von des Leben’s Lasten,doch ist das Leben noch so schwer,ich gebe Dich nie wieder her.A dream, so sweet but blown awaystill…

a bit of liquid nails,and putty on the seams,to catch the silent movesand then facilitatea perfect fit as well asfriction within normal range,heat would be tolerable though,as long as cooling fluids werein good supply, he was, the buildersaid, a fitter and a joiner,he’d bone the old mahogany,the cypress with its tongueand all the grooves, so…

expecting to pay what I offer youright here and now, so come,do sign the papers if you knowwhat’s good for you and me.’‘I want to shop around to seewhat deal can be arrangedto suit me best, I must look outfor number one, surely you know,a customer does have the right? ‘‘Well, once again, this deal…

my slumber, even Teddymy bear and faithful friend at nighthas noticed an intrusionon our thoughts and restful dreamswhere elves are in collusionand dwarves and witches, wolves and bearslead daily lives just like we doit is what fills the hoursuntil our morning showers.But this is strange, and maybe scary,a scratching sound so loudcomes from the window…