The Way You Look Tonight
To this day, I still wonder if he was lying, or if he was just being nice, or being spiteful, or dense, or really just plain wonderful, or if for some strange reason… Continue reading
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Wind Beneath My Wings
To someone who didn’t know her, Melissa would seem to be asleep, curled up in a little ball, Mr. Bungley dangling by her arm. The size of the armchair she was in, it… Continue reading
That’s Entertainment
The song: A symphony in high E, belted undoubtedly by a mezzo-soprano, showcasing her frustrations, her goal to make her notes be as high as her temper. Or even higher, her vocal cords… Continue reading
Don’t Rain On My Parade
The rotund float of a monkey had just passed us by when we finally saw her: the elaborate white top embellished with golden tassels and the decently flayed skirt, as she marched, whistling… Continue reading
Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah
Though warm beer can quell the bull fuming inside, or the wench tame the caged eagle: Neither do I want, for beer can be pissed out and a wench tomorrow will lie anew:… Continue reading
Que Sera, Sera (Whatever Will Be, Will Be)
I sealed my heart in a bottle and watched the beating waves of the Atlantic bear it across: Six years later, I remain vigilant by the shores, never batting an eyelid or resting… Continue reading
Make ‘Em Laugh
I know of two writers, two great writers I adore: The first is the wise, the recluse pretending to be locked-up in his glass tower, where he peers with his mighty telescope across… Continue reading
Rock Around the Clock
We recognize the importance of the American educational system and we acknowledge the problem of juvenile delinquency. It is reprehensible to see the current youth of today gallavanting around during school hours, smoking… Continue reading
Fame
She had her brown hair tied up tight in a bun, as she sat, legs crossed, in front of her armoire, puffing a cigarette and putting on her concealer. She had picked up… Continue reading
Summertime
Wipe off the humid smells clinging to the skin, and bask instead in the light that knocks on the boarded-up roof; set the clanking bells off and sip the most frozen avocado juice… Continue reading