"Poem for My Newlywed Wife on the Eve of Our Honeymoon: In the dark, my fart is as deadly as a shark." As my beloved lay in wait I beamed at her, deeply proud of my verse.

Gary was a hero of sorts, in his own mind. He spray painted red squiggles beneath misspelled graffiti. "If bricks were built with auto-correct, I could sleep at night," he said to

I was so far away from home, and it had been getting dark. I paused to take a moment to see where I was, and that's when I felt it. The warm clammy hand wrapped around me, covering

Homicide

tin of red herrings, a good way to elude his pursuers, the many pampered felines he'd seduced for their jeweled collars. Tom was a catty cad, but lived life freely, sowing his oats

I couldn't believe it had happened to me.

While normally it is difficult for me to begin writing, today was different. As I approached my keyboard hoping for a new subject, I became aware of a presence all around me.

All I could see was yellow, nothing but yellow. I started to try to look around, agine, just yellow. I looked down, I where lying on a metal hospital bed. I were wearing a simple

I like milk. Always have. My cousin Lenny made fun of my latent lactose

She howled from the shadows, fingers clenched in tangled hair. Her teeth were ground to the gums and the painkillers staving off the anguish from exposed roots were wearing off.

Cowboy TV is not a transvestite, he is not genocidal, and no jury has ever convicted him of anything! Instead, he is

e.e cummings only wrote his poetry using lowercase letters. i wonder why. maybe his poems were meant to be whispered, like a secret between me and you.

He stood in my backyard wading pool with his slicked back hair, chino cut-offs, Rage Against the Machine shirt, Marlboro cigarettes, and rubber-foam Hulk hands. "Miss me baby?"

Monsieur, at zee Otel Ducase zee Culinary exPeriance ees completement. Here you find zee Bath. In ze Tub an enorm souffle - just add your favorit engredient ze madmosisel, he he

Mrs. B. walked into the classroom holding a big brown box. She marched in and set it on her desk. "Who is brave enough to open it?" she asked. I walked over, opened the box and...

Once upon a time in the strange land called Nujallah

My sister died. Reading the text that I sent her. The text I sent her in a fit that she wouldn't support me about Garret. I regret it every day.

Once upon a time a guy bought a christmas tree at food lion and set it up in hell for satan and the demons to see. His brother bought tickets to Trans-Siberian Orchestra and while

Drowning deep in my sea of loathing, broken your sevant I kneel. It seems what's left of my human side is slowly changing in me.

She never gave me specifics and I didn’t ask but she’d left town the same night I did and didn’t cross my path until she wanted to seven years ago. I slid out of the way without