NightShade : Writing

Smith's Corona

Smith's Corona

A Poem by NightShade


When industry leaves, workers are left angry! For those who remember using actual typewriters and the company that put many thousands out of work.
The New Rome

The New Rome

A Poem by NightShade


The way people vote and how they come by their decisions, always amazes me.
Some of Us Ride Buses

Some of Us Ride Buses

A Poem by NightShade


A long day, working in the registrars office at a local college. Not as interesting as the bus ride home. Yes, what follows is a factual account of th..
Getting Drunk At Al's

Getting Drunk At Al's

A Poem by NightShade


Physics really can be very strange. Not as strange as the physicists themselves though...
Cerebral Circle-Jerk

Cerebral Circle-Jerk

A Poem by NightShade


We all mentally masturbate. When we carry on a pseudo-intellectual conversation, it's a cerebral circle-jerk. Warning: Strong language!
Mushrooms

Mushrooms

A Poem by NightShade


Warning: Extreme language! Mature readers only!!!
Cigarette Jonser Underworld

Cigarette Jonser Underworld

A Poem by NightShade


Addictions really are like this...
kNightly Duel

kNightly Duel

A Poem by NightShade


Both internal and external, by day or night, we all have our battles and one may have an effect on the other.
Fission Mind

Fission Mind

A Poem by NightShade


For the great ones who suffered and were then discarded.
Faerie Bad Things...

Faerie Bad Things...

A Poem by NightShade


In the war for Dreams, someone has to be the bad guy.