Writing

The Final Rest

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

I was driving along the coastal route, Looking for somewhere to stay, A Bed and Board that was cheap would suit In a nice secluded Ba..

Driftwood

A Poem by Seamus Underwood

Whitewashed walls, White tiled halls, Floating weightless, Floating shapeless, I find myself asleep, In a slumber so deep, I lay still, agains..

HUNG IN THE AIR

A Poem by Terry Collett

A GIRL REMEMBERS MAKING LOVE IN HER PARENTS' BED IN 1969

UNDER THE BED.

A Story by Terry Collett

A GIRL HIDES UNDER HER BED FROM HER VIOLENT FATHER IN LONDON IN 1950S

Silenced

A Story by Megan

As I lie in bed, I suddenly wake in the heat of the night. I get a funny feeling like I am being watched... like an intense adrenalin rush. I feel swe..

Shade

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

Your past, your romantic past, is a shadow. Like all towns, Port Angeles was a combination of rain and clouds, sun and mist, with a chamber of c..

Occupied

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

As a boy, I'd find my fathersitting in the pitch dark living room,cigarette aglow, as I'd passfrom my bed to the bathroom.Did the boy consider, at tha..

Operational Culture for the Warfighter

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

What would be the point, in this first winter snow, of goingback to several of the women whose bodies I have knownand wondering what they thought abou..

Absolutely Smooth Mustard

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

There is absolutely nothing to do. Some peoplefall in love. I go have a cheese sandwichwith mustard. Watch skyscraper lights fromthe bed. Look at the ..

Ectopic Heart

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

Ectopic heartbeat. Acousticneuroma. Sleepapnea. Gettingolder blessingagainst alternative.Neither hatenor repair.Immediatelythe woods were familiar ..

The Listener

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

New York City is where people who aredisappearing go. It is very quiethere, silent. A man and womanmade love below me. I could hearthe bedsprings ring..

Plate Tectonics Versus Gamma Ray Bursters

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

An old man remembers what he has beenyet the details are unimportant. Thenthe outline disappears, and the meaning.Good, I can die or go to work, be wi..

11. An Avalanche of Burnt Apartment Pieces

A Chapter by Ivy

Troy, Scar, Aiden and Dex visit David and Alex in the hospital

Something

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

Something created. Does the creator think aheador spill a storm. Rain happens. We supply thereasons. Evaporation of water collecting overhuge expanses..