The Ocean of Life

Life comes and goes, But as it progresses We spend it learning lessons. Some of us spend life making dresses. Others spend it under many stresses. Life has it’s obstacles, But all we can do is solve the problems. Growing old is inevitable. There comes a time we are no longer able. Our bones become [...]

Cirque De Queer.

Cirque De Queer. A poem by Kim Mathews. ~~~~~~~~~~ Welcome to our world, where the strange is considered norm, where the odd is quite accepted, and the normal, here, is scorned. So prepare yourself for a little trip of the grotesque and the weird; because anything can happen when you visit Cirque De Queer Everyone [...]

The Thing.

The Thing. A *very* short story by Kim Mathews The Thing was lonely. Every day it went from here to there searching for a friend, but always it found none, and the Thing was sad. It was tired of singing and dancing by itself and it wanted someone to sing and dance with. One day [...]

I love you

No words are needed nor spoken to express how I feel about you, the way your heart beats like an Indian war drum nor the fireworks that go off in my heart explain how much I care for you, that beautiful smile infects me so much that I can’t but help to smile back, an [...]

David’s Wife

Chasing the deer through the twisted underbrush, David was hunting to feed his pregnant wife. He had been hunting all day and his muscles were throbbing in refusal but he had no food to bring home and another day and Jenny his wife would possibly have a miscarriage or die from starvation. The winter had [...]

Never Broken

It’s never broken, baby.. My heart was never there You were so near, but I missed to see you I’m farsighted! You never broke my heart You just tried the wrong side of it! It’s never broken, baby.. My heart was never there! You know I loved you I saw the world in you Men [...]

The Bread Story…

When I was around eight years old, this is going back to the early 70′s… (Now don’t be doing the math trying to figure out how old I am, let’s just say I am old enough) My mother (who is Italian – it’s not a good thing or a bad thing, I just thought I’d [...]

The Football Story…

The Football Story… It was my grade seven elementary flag football championship game. Are you familiar with Flag Football?  No… it’s not a bunch of kids running around with country flags (you know like United States, Canada, Italy, etc) on a stick. How the hell can you catch a football while trying to hang on [...]

The Red Envelope.

The Red Envelope.   A short story by Kim Mathews.   Based off of a fable I read somewhere online; just wanted to expand it a little. The idea is not my own, but this rendering off it is. “Dammit!!” As Sarah looked down at her watch, she couldn’t help but express a slightly colorful [...]

Six Feet Under.

Six Feet Under. A poem by Kim Mathews. ~~~~~~~~~ I search through my mind, looking through old files and drawers, trying to remember what it was like. Frantically I look, knowing the memories are fading and yet unable to stop Time’s cleaning. My tears hit the page, smudging the thoughts wrote in my mind, blurring [...]

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Beyond Mortality

Filed under Poetry by on 2011.12.23 at 2:14 am {no comments}

Beyond Mortality You look into the mirror a thousand times and search for that perfect ‘you’ in the maze of beauty. You get so carried away with this soul-less world that you forget about me…   And life is like swimming in the air… more like falling… But God never forgets to catch you does [...]

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Pressure

Filed under Short Stories by on 2011.12.22 at 7:28 pm {no comments}

Hope sat slumped beside the dying campfire, wondering when it would all be over. She blinked lazily, painfully aware of the action through a heavy pall of boredom. She sighed deeply, viciously, felt the white-hot rage of resentment build inside her as she relished the violence with which she forced the air from her lungs. [...]

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Escape Tactics

Filed under Short Stories by on 2011.12.21 at 11:34 am {no comments}

  “Annora!” someone jabbed my arm, “Annora! Wake up! Breakfast!” I snapped my eyes open. We rarely received a sufficient amount of food, so we jumped on whatever they gave us. ‘They’ being the foolish genetic engineers who kept us locked here in this German research facility. Arlo and I were not sure of the [...]

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Cross Walk

Filed under Poetry by on 2011.12.20 at 6:45 pm {no comments}

Like a cross walk in Times Square Where a medley of cultures intersect The Dictionary is a junction Infused with an assemblage of letters Illustrating a historic, global lineage There are quintessential words Classic and everlasting Tall, slender words Like skeletons in stilettos Pecuniary words That echo through Wall Street Irresolute words Incapable of accepting [...]

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Tolerance and The R-word

Filed under Articles by on 2011.12.19 at 11:38 am {no comments}

Robby stomped up the purple painted metal stairs up to the top of the playground, his skinny little arms flailing as he ran. When he reached the top of the slide, he sat down and waited; the excitement was tickling him and the anticipation was building. He shot his arms out and shoved off, flying [...]

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