When all the uses of this world fall flat, man,round yourself up on the certainty of action. No work comes…

Clipping coupons forever to save money,snatching at bargains, fast shuffling cardsstuffed up sleeves to deal on the sly,eyes shifting jungle…

She stands behind me while I struggle with the connectors. “Come on,” she says, “it’s lefty loosey, righty tighty. Don’t you…

Listen, Love, to the heard beyond hearing,lost ocean’s call in an empty shell,the sound of air unmoving there, captured only…

Today’s word is future Use it in any kind of a piece of writing and leave it as a comment…

After all the quaint loves have faded,who do not remember they have forgotten me,when we were younger in too ancient…

I’m driving this piece of shit rental car while my baby sits in the shop getting her dents hammered out.  I…

Today’s word is desire Use it in a sentence or two and post what you wrote in the comments below.…

Today’s word is craving Use it in a sentence or two and leave what you write in the comments below.…

Right now we are fucked up badly.  It’s goneway beyond a problem,how we’re living in a world of pretend.  Rememberthat from back in…

Nothing, Oh Banquo, our ghost of the martlet hall,can bring you back to reasoning in some healthful clime.Uncheerful then, you…

That frugalness I witnessed in the clipping,lovingly, carefully of coupons and can labels,box tops too, your caress of good deals,…

Then so strong, sure, pointed.In the beginning determined of purpose, unfearing,eye white, peeled on the straight sight, the long narrow.No…

On some of those longest nights, like last night,I think I may have met the worst kind of thiefwith a…

I come to a gravel spewing halt in his driveway. The house is dark. I wonder if he’s come home…

And then I would be like, I should say, Hey!See it, man? The sun’s setting on us,and then say, We…

Real problems I can handle,simple check marks on a to-do list,bam bam bam.It’s the imaginary oneshardly seeming to ever be…

Will they sing skywise away the sanctified cellars,piled deep beneath blessed bottles, holy casks,not bound by hallowed death memorynot kept…

It’s that time of night, the pau hana gang making purchases they should have made the last time they were…

at the Village Centerall kids end up down hereat this yellow linea race they don’t know they’re runningmomentarily swept up…