How the Hell Do I Know What We Need? I can only tell you what I need. And you can tell me what you need. Together, we can say what we need. How’s that? I need friends, even the ones who don’t always agree with…

I am the Lady Bartholomew! Not some poet’s muse! How dare he write of me In lust! Yet gracefully… That he doth dare to think I may, in some dark corner, Spread my blessed wings, Or entreat his push of things. “Long and thick,” the maidens…

faces blood red, dripping, salty, sticky bodies jump, twist, gyrate with and with out rhythm screams over thumping thundering bass t-shirts and leggings join the skin in a macabre duel of push and pull

“We need to talk.” A phrase to chill the warmest blood. “We need to talk.” The peril of the neighbourhood To make male faces pale as chalk, Suburban couples shorthand code For “Mister, you done messed up good!” “We need to talk.” Prompt: Use “we…

The gateway beckoned the traveler knew its story well, with promises of adventure, the Sun’s rays worked to close the sale   On the other side, a deep warmth dwelt, offering whispers and caresses of forgotten hurts, no longer felt   The traveler was wise…

Tell Us Something We Don’t Know We need more money for education. We need less money for political campaigning. We need to think carefully about going to war. We need to think more carefully about keeping the peace. We need fewer forms of carbon-based energy…

We need shelter for the homeless. We need people to care for those who need protection. We need food to feed those without enough to eat. We need transportation for those without cars. We need health care for those who cannot pay. We need. We…

They say we need to see each other for this to be real. I say we need to feel each other, and that’s not always physical. They say we need to speak the same language, and we don’t. I say we speak many, and it…

Deep in the Woods of Vladimir it lies In wait ten thousand years amid the cries From up above where music had been lost. The wicked beast no seraphim can kill Had cast away the harp to make us still. We danced too much! The harp…

We need a sign, a sage, some semblance of stage to soliloquy our last songs. We need a crowd, a cloud of witnesses to call us lost and find us home. We need a word to etch, to stretch us into more; a less -on…