I try not staring at the guy who stares at me all day. These cubicles get stale. I keep out of our company's affairs. One sight of HER, we all turn pale. Can't even look back at the boss, ...

Religious and spiritual prose poem by aspiring poet Peter Menkin, written and recorded for audio by the writer. About a rooming house in Larkspur, California USA (north of San Francisco). This is...

Quibble Flabberghast by MrDaMan Virgil R. Hall II (Randy) A scathing retort is all that is left, politics after all is passion not reason. Sincerity is the mothers milk of the trickster, a...

My friend Debbie and I have been taking evening walks after dinner for years. Always around dusk we walk over to the old community next to us purposely to pass the house on the corner. The old...

The last flutter

Ten years my love
Doors opening while closing
Ten thin undiluted destitute hopes
Lingering good and bad times
Eyes un-guilty of...