The yellow sunlight ~ bright and warmcrawled one morning on my bedroom floorwas sluggish as a sleeper stretching his formcreep~creep~creeping to the b..
Before Writers Cafe, I wrote as Palewriter on a site called Booksie.An Ice Cream Poem was my first big hit as a amateur poet and it's still going stro..
I had a huge crush on her.She had one too, but not for me. So we fell away from each other like leaves at season's end. That winter, there were flurri..
Technicians report:*Random access memory compromised;appears in flashes.*Latency (the time data takes to pass fromone point to another) has been damag..
At one time, where we lived,morning commuters stood onlong wooden platforms,patiently waiting and watching fora dark blue train with wicker seats.The ..