

The Day of the FloodThe river swelled up to three times its normal size that day, and within an hour the Macavoy's dog had drowned, which was no big loss. The main street swelled, too, and people who were at home stayed at home, and people who were at work or headed that way sat in office buildings or stood in doorways and stared miserably at the rain. Inside a small diner, which sat between two office buildings there were only four, the other two across the street with the bank in between and the only other real beings to speak of being the sheriff's office and the post office, about half a mile down the road from the office buildiThe Day of the Flood


Northern WintersIve got a lot to learn, he said, lying quietly as the winter beat upon the door to the house that they were staying in. The wind chopped at the roof, and shingles blew away into the night air with the sound of fleeing children, chittering into the sky, laughing at the wind swept towns and snow covered hills that sat in determined, fearful silence below. She held his hand and listened as the roof was swept away. Soon, they would be naked to the night air. They burrowed into their blankets and made a little world underneatNorthern Winters


Poem - June 8, 2008Today I sit in the car and wait for you to come back out of His apartment. The sun is low in the sky, a red giant resting his head, I see why he was a god. It is hot these days, and even though the sun is sinking I still sweat. It would irritate me, you bringing me here, but I know how jealous that would be, and I'm not trying to be jealous, so instead I talk to the sun god, his great back falling over the world, slipping away into night. "She's been gone awhile," I say, and he doesn't say anything but IPoem - June 8, 2008


The Pool LaddiesI can't catch him now. It's one lame from here to home. I figured he had me at Merritt, but there was a glimmer of a chance in hell when I ended up behind him at Mackay. Nothing to do now but enjoy the scenery. I can't believe there was a time when I couldn't wait to go to that pool. It's early in the season. The grass wouldn't crunch under my feet from exhaustion and dehydration, but the pavement would still cook a lad sans footwear. Adult swim has a different meaning for me now. Back in the day it was ten minutes of bullshit, tan to the hour, every hour. Rumor had it that it was a chance to digest our snacks, avoid cramping and drowning soThe Pool Laddies
Nature in inks
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love, tim
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"I'm like a pelican at riptide:
I'm a corpse, I'm not a fisherman."
*TheWritersMeow
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"I'm like a pelican at riptide:
I'm a corpse, I'm not a fisherman."
*TheWritersMeow
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You and all your entourage - to me you're all the same
I don't want to be a tattooed millionaire!
...this is necessary; life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on...
believes the underdog will eventually survive!
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"I'm like a pelican at riptide:
I'm a corpse, I'm not a fisherman."
*TheWritersMeow
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*TheWritersMeow
Sometimes the lines between friends and lovers are not all too clear
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"I'm like a pelican at riptide:
I'm a corpse, I'm not a fisherman."
*TheWritersMeow
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The Man Who Wasn't There webcomic. Sometimes only tomorrow shows us who are the villains and heroes of today.
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