“I’ve been Narcissus–gazing at the pool,
Enchanted by the ghost reflected there,
Manipulating others like a tool
So they’ll assure me that my type is rare. 78 more words
2 hours, 33 minutes
What earns a friend the lofty rank of “dear”?
A friend insists we always ask for more.
…She’ll make us drink another round of beer… 114 more words
1 day, 3 hours
A fragment (in progress) from “In the Underworld” by Paul “Whitberg” Burgess
…“His* famous child, Elizabeth the First,
Was never his intended royal heir, 114 more words
1 day, 10 hours
An “Honest/Tasteless” *Paulmark* sonnet from the Tasteless Greeting Cards Sonnet Sequence
You’re always asking, “Have I put on weight?”.
I’d set myself at liberty with truth… 97 more words
1 day, 11 hours
“How Rumor’s spell enchants adult and youth!
On what they hear, they’d gladly place a bet
Since what’s said first ‘must surely be the truth’. 299 more words
2 days, 12 hours
["Santa in the Underworld" pt. II (selections)]–please read pt. III (to be posted immediately after)
I’d loved him well as any other child
And hated seeing Santa mope and grieve. 535 more words
“There, dead of sorrow fed by sad defeat,
Is Santa Claus—beloved of girls and boys.
His elves and he no longer could compete
With companies who specialize in toys… 352 more words
6 days, 2 hours