Sabine

This is based mostly on an actual dream i had, which had a plot line but didn't really make sense. the subconscious and dreaming mind does not follow the laws ...

Counting Days She’s walking away Down the street, No cars go by, How early is the morning? There are doves behind her, Disguised in grey, When she turns to look ...

Meshalidar, thanks for the the typo tips. i have trouble catching them all myself. as for semi-colens, I don't really understand when it's best to use them so i don't ...

Part one of a fantasy story that still need a real name. any suggestions. i know everything that happens in this story, there's just the matter of sorting it out. ...

To My Darling Muse Flame, my tormentor, stalker, taunter, You are just out of reach, Stretched and jeering face, I see you in the shadows, I see you in my ...

Road Trip Road out before me, Hand out the window, Sitting beside you, I’m not the driver, Thoughts on other things, Not this long stretch of flattened land. Just came ...

very beautiful. tranquil. I enjoyed your use of the language.there's something oblique and undefined about it, which is god and bad, depeding on your perspective. it's enjoyable but doesn't creat ...

beautiful. Confusing but beautiful. pleasingly dark and olbique. were they drabbles? here's what i can't decide, is the main cahracter talking to a friend, a parent, or to herself?

I guess i don't completely understand how to decide where to stick my poetry. Maybe if i had a better explanation of the criteria? PLease?

where do i use the word ghetto? i don't think i do. I use the word 'grotto', which is a completely different thing.

I'm a democrat. i think of myself as having liberal values. but i have conservative views about things like clothing. i think popular fasion is far too revealing. I think ...

very beatifull poem. a paper cuttout illustration of grotesque suffering. the rhythm was. heartfelt imagry, with a tang of resentment and salted with regret. it is alluring and off-putting at ...

Three People and Falling Stars She knelt down and poured words though her fingers like sand They spread out over the liquid ground that became the sky And they slid ...

what is S.P.E.W. ?

Sunnymuffin is the little old blue house that's on the property next to ours. it was owned by a woman who we politely call 'unique' and she hosted seminars for ...