Broken Puppet
By MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

There are strings and there are… strings.
Threads of silk and steel, of hand me down love and rusty angst...

Swallowing Pride
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

It’s a food for thought and not
exactly an ego’s just dessert.
They say creme rises to the...

Prizzi Honor - una poesia
By Reid Baer

Prizzi’s a little community in
the Italian Province of Palermo
on the incendiary island of

Sicily where...

When Content Was King
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

Once upon a time in a world not so far away,
in a time approximating now…

Thinking...

Friend:

Let me explain this situation, for the hour of the morning is early. There is darkness, and it is quiet as I continue my work on the new poem. I\'ve been thinking, and...

Wake the Dead
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

The emotional wheels are spinning,
look at the balance in the weeble wobble.
The gyroscopic confidence...