The following incident takes place Friday night; the time dashing on the PVR is 11:30 p.m. The young lady, Emilia Featherhead decides to watch Inuyaha on Carton Network. Somehow she falls asleep and wakes up to a dog rolling in laughter for a Geico commercial. While rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she catches something moving fast toward the kitchen. Spreading her eyes wide, she turns toward the kitchen to get a better look. Nothing! The confusion that settles on her face causes one of her eyebrows to arch upward. From the corner of her eyes she sees the same movement again. She turns toward the dining room only to shout “What the heck?” Read the rest of this entry »
- Author: Richard Beck
- Category: Poetry
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Why
Why
Where has it gone?
The leaves blow across my lawn and I’m left to ponder for few seconds between the chaos that has become the whirlwind…
where did my free thoughts go…when did my big dreams die and when did I realize that nothing exists except the thoughts of the day, the power of the shower and the questions about breakfast and when I can buy new shoes again…
all I have become is diapers and tears and fits of anger and the world has gone gray as I try to make the best of the bed I’ve made and the sheets I’ve drawn.
I pull the curtains back from the sunset that I don’t even notice anymore and my heavy head slams against the pillow for a few seconds before I’m woken by the crazy deranged buzz at my ear and another day crashes into my marshmallow mind. Read the rest of this entry »

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