Literature Quotes:
"I dream of you, to wake: would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on; Nor find with dreams the dear companion gone, As, Summer ended, Summer birds take flight."	Monna Innominata by Christina Rossetti
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Published on 2006/10/13

"overcast days / as if clouds could say / what makes them love / the rain"
overcast days by JM Snyder.

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Published on 2006/09/01

"Those who left you will, Live beyond here still. Their thoughts will still be born, And useful things be bred. Even though, its not in flesh, Ideas can still be spread."
Ramblings of an old Man by Ragnar T. M.

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Published on 2006/07/16

"My mother's swing beckons at night under the sycamore tree. In the moonlight, it whispers to me of memories."
Sycamore Swing by Dana Sieben

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Published on 2006/07/12

"When you smile your confident smirk remember this; it is the sneer of a failed monarch in a country of presidents."
THE WORLD TO WITNESS by Mark Prime

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Published on 2006/07/07

"We slice the air exuberant, learning the whims of the wind as we go clinging each to our own secret pocket of weightlessness. There is nothing to this falling out from ourselves. There is nothing more real. Like the graceful craning heron, we arrive to where we reach."
Where We Reach by M. D. Friedman

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Published on 2006/07/03

"It's finally happening, he thought, someone has pulled the ultimate lever and was flushing the universe away. He giggled nervously like a man trying to ignore the fact that death had come reaping."
The Eater by Fred Charles

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Published on 2006/06/30

"Jack loved the colour of blood. His house was covered in it, and no need to hire an interior decorator when you can crack open a few skulls, a plentiful source for the colour."
The House That Jack Built by Benjamin Solah
from the 3rd edition of Taste of Darkness

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Published on 2006/05/05

" Metalhead to the front and left of me has his music turned up so loud I can hear it through my own music. He has a moustache that looks like he's never shaved in his life. He's mouthing along to the words of whatever trash he is listening to, and he has outbursts of air guitar which often change to arm waves and at the end of the sing he raises his arms towards the sky. Our bus driver is yet another cracker (my definition), when we arrive in Wenatchee he says, 'Should you wish to venture outside the bus terminal I suggest you take your camera, so you can take a picture of us as we leave.'"
The Americanisation of Jade by Jade Gulliver

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Published on 2006/04/25

"I'm most terribly sorry but I think my Border Collie has just eaten your Miniature Pinscher."
Norbert and Rudi:Breakfast in Berlin. (23 April) By Beaman

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Published on 2006/04/03

"Missing something?" the unknown man said... and in the other, a dripping mass of flesh, half-frozen. It was Cody's head."
Useless souls, Round one flash fiction entry by Benjamin Solah

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Published on 2006/04/01

We are only convinced of our own opinions to the extent by which we consume our own propaganda.
In Theory by Mathias Delusa

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Published on 2006/03/19

I'm alone on this boat, passing through the sea, standing here in the dark of night, riding with the falling waves, praying that soon this fog will fade. But it has not, it will not. Forever it will grow.
Alone At Sea by M. Chase Whittemore

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Published on 2006/03/10

In silence, In dance, In toil and in jubilation -Pray. For Mountains wash into the ocean's abyss And someday too, your marrow will feed a tree.
April 4 by Troy Dunn

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Published on 2006/03/08

It's easy to outshine the sun when all you have is a flashlight. Just pull the fucking blinds.
from the song "Fucking Right" by Etienne Domingue

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Published on 2006/02/23

When I say, 'I'm writing, it means I'm elbow-deep in a chest cavity massaging a heart, and I don't have another hand.'
What I Was Doing by Cyn Kitchen


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Published on 2006/02/06

The reds - they throng the crowding greens as night falls on their tranquil row...
Distractions in a neverending quest by Srijan Deshpande


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Published on 2006/01/31

Do you remember jumping? Icy cold water, crimson with blood Soaking into khaki, pulling us down, Sinking down in the mud. Rag dolls moving with the tide Bullets finding brave men's flesh Struggling to Omaha beach, With Sand slowing our steps.
omaha beach by Lydia Finch


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Published on 2006/01/17

Memories are like in-laws: they never come when invited and forever show up with bags at the worst possible moment.
excerpt from Fishing for the Moon by Loonie B. Hodge


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Published on 2006/01/10

Love can be murder. So if that's true, then dating must be a sign of premeditation.
excerpt from It's All Lies: A True Story by Jay Kerin

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Published on 2005/12/23

Despite the blowing sheets of rain onto his porch, Jason Black did not move. A dark silhouette leaned against one of the posts holding the porch up, he simply watched. A flash of light, a pause, a low grumbling growl of thunder. A gust of wind slapped his face with a splash of cold rain gentled by the screen it passed through. He still didn't move. Just watched and waited. Another zig-zag bolt and instantaneous crack. Behind him, he heard the refrigerator stop its incessant humming. Felt, rather than heard, all of the ubiquitous electronics shut down, motors stilling slowly. He rested his head against the post, but otherwise didn't move. A small branch dropped to the ground. Another flash of sheeting light, turning the dark of the afternoon storm into the bright day it should have been. His cell phone trilled and he finally started as if bitten.
"Enjoying the storm, are you?"
"Allie." He leaned against the post again, relaxed once more.
excerpt from _The Mudwalkers_, work in progress by Robin MacRorie

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Published on 2005/11/27

...if you could help me out, everything would be OK for everyone." The man continued to plea, like he was pleading for his life. How would Erik even know, he could be pleading for his life?
excerpt from 'His Father's Words,' in Sanity - Juxtaposed!, a collection of short stories and poetry by Benjamin Solah

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Published on 2005/11/25

&, driven half-mad, forward we trudge-& downward, too, in hordes we throng-the space between "when" & "never," & swearing underneath that arch we think with our mouths opened but with our senses shut.
excerpt from Endings by Etienne Domingue

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Published on 2005/11/22

Weave your net, your wire, your trapeze, the saving hands in the sky and hold them dear within you. With grounded feet you will fly, you will fly.
excerpt from Illusions of Support by Lisa Lorea

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Published on 2005/11/06

Kind, loving, gentle; strong are some words to express humor, sensitivity, & intelligence all of these he does possess he is a man of wonder my heart beams with pride thankful God sent such a man to claim me as his bride
excerpt from Happily Ever After by Stacy Anderson

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