As the evening stretches beyond skyscrapers  sunset cracks windows and voices,  midnight lies as a would-be lover  counting her footsteps across Brooklyn Bridge  to an anonymous apartment, where she imagines  waking to her lipstick on his coffee cup     Washing machine skies spin skeins of colour  red always bleeds into the blue and JFK...

Softness feels the light  Gentle mist enfolds the heart  No colours, yet all 

You just weren't it wasn't your fault because someone refused to hold and pour into you, no longer cared to show how truly pleasant you can be and you are~ But you came in with your course callused hands as if to...

Chapter One: “Meet A New Cartoon Deaf African American Neighbor”  Once upon a time in his hometown TV show cartoon of 702 Liberty Lane Seville house in Santa Barbara, California… “There is no cure to reverse Dave back to normal size,”...

  The Scarf A Story by Randall   This is a short story I'm working on. Only up to twenty-one pages so far, taking my time with this one, very special to me.   WarningThis Story is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers...