A particular Friday afternoon has just come to pass in the middle of January 1979. The next few hours are about to reveal the impending doom for one young lad’s affairs of the heart. . .
By Roy Barnes3 years ago in Humans
Part One: Fall of the Ages A mystery was in the air the fall my love approached. Unaware of its grasp, as I witnessed leaves shunning their branches,
By Roy Barnes3 years ago in Poets
A car left Casper , Wyoming, one October evening before time struck midnight on the driver and his passenger: They departed from where the passenger is exiled from,
I just want to proclaim, 'Whassup, Girl?' (That greeting from the inner city of my soul toward you) It's so fitting to say such, for
The poison came out of nowhere, causing me to obsess of her oft'... leaving me icy cold, defenseless I'm invisible in her presence,
“Therefore our legends come around to seeming legendary, A path decorated with our comings and goings. Or so I’ve been told.”