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|Posted on December 30, 2011 at 4:30 PM||comments (213)|
|Posted on November 16, 2011 at 3:50 PM||comments (0)|
Some New News
Emerald Dragon has been pretty quiet, and lowly, lately. We've been thinking outside the box, and have been considering revamping ED for the better. We've had some solid ideas, and I think we're finally near a realization of the practical use of Emerald Dragon, something that will benefit all those writers and readers involved. Most importantly, that there will be a new String-Along story coming soon, so writers be ready to vo...Read Full Post »
|Posted on November 5, 2011 at 12:35 AM||comments (2)|
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It was a typical cold and wintry day in Detroit when I awoke at 3:55am to take off to work VIA a public bus to the radio station I work with. WRQ 700 AM, of Detroit was trying to keep the ears by the radio and the eyes away from the TV with our music made in the fifties and the early sixties. I would start the day at 5:45am going through the program plan which was a usual rundown of what was expected. Every Saturday would be a test from The United States Civil Defense System, or ot...
|Posted on September 23, 2011 at 10:20 PM||comments (2)|
I wake up again in the middle of the night in a cold sweat from the same nightmare that I have been having since my mother met this mean, ugly, disgusting, dope addict of a boyfriend.
He is rude to her, and hardly ever say a word to me. He looks at me like I am the reason he can’t totally dominate my mother like he would like. When he does speak to me it’s in one word phrases like nope and yep.
He don’t work, but he seems to always have money, I would see him cou...Read Full Post »
|Posted on September 20, 2011 at 2:55 AM||comments (0)|
She sat on the grass
beneath the summer sun
looking at you
as if for the first time
and as she looked at you
you looked beyond her
at the distant sky
and how the clouds
resembled a woman’s bust
and how humorous it was
when an airplane
went right through
on its way to some far off land
and as she took your hand... Read Full Post »
|Posted on July 30, 2011 at 11:02 PM||comments (0)|
It is five-thirty in the morning and I am up getting ready for work when I hear a commotion next door at my friends Don and Mary’s house. I walk over to the window and look out to see if I can see anything going on and my eyes almost popped out of their sockets at the sight I saw. There were at least five armed men standing in the front yard and others inside, just then there was a loud pop and then another that sounded like gunfire then two others came out and joined the five in the ya...Read Full Post »
|Posted on July 15, 2011 at 5:19 AM||comments (0)|
You are what you wear, Sutcliffe said,
You wear what you are. O’Brien laughed.
In that case, Eddie, you’re well alive,
Because you wouldn’t be seen dead
In those clothes. Sutcliffe brushed off
The jacket, disturbing the dandruff,
Loose blonde hairs took flight about him.
They’re hand me downs, Sutcliffe moaned,
Not what I’d have chosen by a long chalk.
When money’...Read Full Post »