Inkwell

David Bowie Is my Home Far from the Earth And into the void Of space that’s filled with Star, brighter than A busy prom night   I never went to prom I stayed home Remember...

I have never seen a book this dense. The pages are impossibly thin, the text small enough for ants. But the words defy reality — literally. I dive in, and I get lost in another world. Beautiful stories....

Awaken, stranger Who does not walk like us And lays in our land of Golden Slumbers   Why you have slept here Is strange, for you and your kind have spent so much...

And I walked away from the ship  Because there had been nothing else to see  In the Garden of Sea So I walked to the entrance, the gates of the Blue Menagerie   Blue cats, blue...

I’ve seen you At the driver’s wheel I’m looking at you From another perspective   Hands behind the wheel Engine screeching with friction Foot on the gas And away we...

“Could so!” “Could not!” “Could so!” “Could not!”   Two fellows in a tussle There was a debate Among the pair Indiana Jones beating Han Solo Twas the lads of...

Joy was a purple, scratched, plastic sled. The one we used to fling down a hill.  Anticipation was sitting on that itchy blue and white rug. The same rug we’d burrow pennies in until they were lost at...

  It sang, and Refused to be silenced.   It changed definitions When I realized, stepping off that plane, I left home in a city I barely knew   Months later...

The craziness of an urban city bombarded its residents with constant changes.  Not problems necessarily, nor propositions. Just changes.     Everything was going. The people. The cars. The bikes,...

There once was a noble anti-hero, whose name was the Nightman. He had cometh through the night to defeat the Dayman once but was tragically slain by virtue of circumstance. Some say this may be as a result of...