Fishing Without Hooks

Yes, once he sunk his teeth into her cheek, she could never fish properly again She thought (even at times was told) that she was smartand was still tricked and driven so easilyby her “girlie” heart and empathic pity;by his overwhelming possessively sad hostilityToo many times becoming a poisoned prick times three everywhere raisedwell to … Continue reading Fishing Without Hooks


(or Summary of several random country music songs)Shading his eyes,the dingy brim of a well wornthingframed a smile, boy-like; once rapscallion but now all manhardened by responsibilitysharpened by failuretoned by endurance demandedin it for the long haulwhat ever it takesafter and through breaks and high stakesleave it to a woman to cause some shakesin his towered structurefracture maker that … Continue reading Schlock


There is no longer devotion to this emotionI\'m ready to drop itAnd tell you to stop it.You and your cadillacyou hemophiliacrunning on emptywhat now, what nowis there some corrective action? Or have you found satisfaction?Someone had to lose?Is it that one- with the bruise?Will they be making the headline news?You\'re cut and angrybut only on camera.Shall I need … Continue reading Perforated