Something Different

Something different (and hopefully funny) by taking a quirky look at life, the universe and history.

A Dragon's Tale

Prelude It crackles..... It hisses..... You rarely see it, though it is out there, all around us..... We all need it and it is starting to realize that.....

'The Passionate Deceit'

The Chronicles of Lieutenant Duncan Windfall of his Majesty ship the 'Lark Hawk' (1805) Prelude

Undisclosed Guilt

A Self Inflicted Sentence By Marina Kauffman A dark shroud veiling the heart A heavy curtain impeding the light. The weight restricting movement A suffocating burden

Hot Wax

Apprehension, Drip, Sting, Bliss....... Gasp, Sting, Bliss, More....... Craving, Bliss, More, Sting....... Need, More, Sting, Joy........ Longing, Sting, Joy, Drip........ Ache,

Love's Goodbye

Night Shadows caress my tortured mind, Seeking out the silence of my tormented cries, My pain ebbs and flows, With every bitter sweet memory that it evokes, Love fading like a fragrant scent.

The Union

The Union by Marina Kauffman It is a gentle summer rain; A soft murmur on the skin; The tender melody and constant rhythm Leaves tiny polished beads that

The Believing- Chapter 1

When dark creatures of the night inhabit our very souls or are we simply becoming our true selves?

The Believing- Chapter 2

When dark creatures of the night inhabit our very souls or are we simply becoming our true selves?

The Believing- Chapter 3

When dark creatures of the night inhabit our very souls or are we simply becoming our true selves?

The Believing- Chapter 4

When dark creatures of the night inhabit our very souls or are we simply becoming our true selves?

The Believing- Chapter 5

When dark creatures of the night inhabit our very souls or are we simply becoming our true selves?

The Believing- Chapter 6

When dark creatures of the night inhabit our very souls or are we simply becoming our true selves?

The Believing- Chapter 7

When dark creatures of the night inhabit our very souls or are we simply becoming our true selves?

I am, I will

How hollow we the male of the species often become.

To Be Born

Conceived in a moment of bliss Or was it a moment of convenient haste A spark of life Dividing into a being Until it has a face To grow and grow Then taken from the womb

Japan

A silent barrier of water Washes the shore with death Cries muted by the crashing tide of watery despair No where to run No where to hide Crashing objects pushing all aside