parker-c-penne

Part I- Jerry Dolly "I believe your a reporter Mr. Dolly", his voice was crisp, and his words deliberate. He had planned this moment for so long- every minute was ...

I have killed in my life. I've seen murder and I've grown to accept it. My eye's are stained by the wounds of other men. Am I a monster, A ...

I have killed in my life. I've seen murder and I've grown to accept it. My eye's are stained by the wounds of other men. Am I a monster, A ...

I caught this fish. Glimmering, Silver Soldier Of the Sea. And laid it by my side. Ripped the hook From it's nose. The tear of raw flesh And a spill ...

This is a draft, so please point out punctuation and spelling errors if you come across them. PART I Subsequent to the foundation of the Irish Free State in 1921, ...

I spent a month working with the poor of India in November last year. O, Kaleidescope of Colour, Cacophony of sound, Will I ever forget That eastern sun Pounding the ...

Episode I He came from France, the son of Godzilla and the frog prince. Please, do not ask how these two varieties of fictional creature fornacated- it just happened- and ...

The dark candle burns with memories, both ends alight, Inebriated? No. Just stoned from birth, but never forgotten. The dark secrets, Of a nuns dress, The hair of time, weaved ...

Phoebus rise in glory, Let your sunshine glow. The way it was, The way it forever will be. That blatant dusk Without horizon. The soothsayers dream Without a dawn. I ...

Frivolous of me to say, Poor packers of the stoney pond. That lightened whispers will some day, Free you of your acidic bond. Please walk lightly while you may, French ...

Frivolous of me to say, Poor packers of the stoney pond. That lightened whispers will some day, Free you of your acidic bond. Please walk lightly while you may, French ...

Brad, What a heap of tripe. Trying to be experimental, by studying a dictionary isn't art. Words of advise- learn how to write meaningful poetry, poetry that everyone can appreciate. ...

Courtly to dishonour, A fief of fond earned rye. Hindrance to the crying fields Where doth I heard him die. I've seen the wildness of the Hun. The hypocricy of ...

Courtly to dishonour, A fief of fond earned rye. Hindrance to the crying fields Where doth I heard him die. I've seen the wildness of the Hun. The hypocricy of ...

I'm wearing no trousers, and thinking about painting, the shed or the fence. But in my defence, I got nothing much better To do. Pitchfork! A tree full of crows, ...

So I'm sat here on my ass. Listening to all your trash. I've a feeling, I don't know, Something deeper than A dynamo. I feel like whistling along, Singing the ...

So I'm sat here on my ass. Listening to all your trash. I've a feeling, I don't know, Something deeper than A dynamo. I feel like whistling along, Singing the ...

FADE IN On screen image is the flickering flame of a candle, burning bright against the dark, representative of the hope that exists in all dark places. We hear the ...