By: A. S. Maulucci | 2010-05-31 | Writing & Speaking How to Write Humorous Poetry Not only can poetry be fun, it can be funny. You can create humor out read more
By: Simon Wright | 2010-06-01 | Writing & Speaking Often poets strive to cultivate the pained visage of a tortured artiste and spend their hours holed read more
By: Jim Mcinvale | 2010-06-01 | Writing & Speaking Bad Poets on the Road The engine cranked over but didn’t catch. Dylan, the driver, released the key read more
By: Russell Linton | 2010-06-01 | Writing & Speaking from dedicated poet , philosopher and taxidermist Allistair Barnesworth. Hello there and thank you for read more
By: Ethel Smith | 2010-06-01 | Writing & Speaking I guess poetry is a little like Art. Well, strictly speaking, I suppose poetry is an art form, but I mean the type of art that is often framed and displayed for all to see. The main similarity is that you either get it or you don''t. read more
By: neznakomka | 2010-06-01 | Writing & Speaking There had to be something more spiritual than the everyday struggle for bread, and meat, and clothes, and the growing of vegetables, and the preparation of pickles and jams for the winter, I guessed. There had to be something more than my parents used to do. read more
By: Jon Pelletier | 2010-06-01 | Writing & Speaking A man and a woman sat at a coffee shop. They were playing their favorite game to pass the time. It was one where they simply made up stories about those passing them by. The favored subjects were those that gave them a glance through the corner of their eyes. read more
By: Nathawyn Proby | 2010-06-01 | Writing & Speaking My mothers'' voice rang throughout the house shouting, "boy you ain''t never go be nothing cause you just like your daddy". my tears would stream down my face for hours with a pen and paper writing how I hate my parents. Parents... read more
By: Scott Scherr | 2010-06-01 | Writing & Speaking Invasion of the Poetry Snatchers Sergeant Taylor came back to the safe house with breakfast and asked for a report from the officer he assigned to watch after Clara. "Any change then?" He asked. "No boss, she''s still a frightened mess. read more
By: Bob Kinford | 2009-04-13 | Music In 1957 the last surviving warrior to help annihilate Custer and the 7th Calvary at Little Big Horn died. This man, lived in a tepee during the time of the great cattle drives from Texas to Kansas, and helped annihilate the 7th Calvary with bows and arrows, also lived to see the atomic bomb, television and the beginnings of space travel. During the lifespan of this man and people born in the 1950’s, “necessities” have gone from food and shelter to laptop computers and Blackberry® phones. In this world of technological wonders and one stop shopping for clothes, computers and food, most have for. read more
By: M.J. Ford | 2010-06-03 | Short Stories Andrew, the love of my life was a clandestine poet . Andrew, a strapping construction worker standing at read more
By: Scott Scherr | 2010-06-03 | Short Stories He Was Not From Here My friend was a peculiar soul. He did not see what others saw, but rather what lay hidden in the beauty of the obvious. It did not matter where we were or went, he was always this way. Many did not understand his kind. In truth, I don''t believe there were many like him. read more
By: Abhishek Agarwal | 2009-02-03 | Furniture The article brings in some humor regarding the termite and the manner in which it invades the house read more
By: Sid de Knees | 2010-05-28 | Writing & Speaking "What is this"? "Dear Sir or Madam", I wrote eagerly in my finest hand, "It is with great pleasure I send for your enjoyment, and with hope of future publication, my first book of poetry." I sat back and re-read the opening lines. read more
By: Steve Newman | 2010-05-30 | Writing & Speaking It''s time to bring to your attention the Revd Francis Gastrell who not only lived in Shakespeare''s last home, New Place, but also knocked it down in a fit temper in 1759. read more
By: William Cobbs | 2010-06-01 | Writing & Speaking All life is a fantasy, but one of the most fantastic periods of my life was my eventual trip to Paris, France and reunion with my college roomate, Bob Cannaday. As the great writers say, "it all happened like this". read more