Phillip W Parsons
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PaulA Chapter by Phillip W ParsonsPaul stood at the tall array of windows staring at the street. The rain splashed off cars and trucks, found its way to the curbs and created streams .. |
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A World Unlike Any OtherA Chapter by Phillip W ParsonsI live my life now, many years transported into the future. My hair has slowly grayed, a side effect from travel so far from my own time. I find myse.. |
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SonjA Chapter by Phillip W ParsonsDear Diary, I know, I know. I haven't been writing enough. I keep meaning to but there's so much going on and I just keep making excuses to ignore you.. |
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ShelA Story by Phillip W ParsonsLove is a virus. |
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The PondA Story by Phillip W ParsonsWhen I wasyoung I was on vacation with my sister in Spokane. We were at my parents' friends' farm. A large one with fields of hay, a forest and even .. |
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PolyochA Book by Phillip W Parsons |
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Last NightA Chapter by Phillip W ParsonsI followed the sound again last night. I got farther than ever before. I was so far from home I thought I might not make it back by morning. I saw al.. |
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GaryA Story by Phillip W ParsonsBeing bored with journaling, sometimes I just make a left-hand turn. That happened this morning with the idea of four words. Gary unlocked his car. |
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Safely Viewing MedusaA Poem by Phillip W ParsonsAll of time is a single moment. Perhaps time is an effect, not the cause. Why must we be dragged from the past into the future? Where are we going an.. |
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Match SticksA Poem by Phillip W ParsonsTuesday night |
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