Only The Lonely Hearts

Bright tulips wilt and start to fade as flocks embark on their parade and trees undress and start to yawn and suddenly the summer's ...

What shall I write about this dreary eve? I glance down at my desk and then in kind the pen and paper also stare at me. I try to think but n...

I noticed a bird at the edge of the dock, alone and apart from the rest of its flock. The gull I was watching then took to the sky and ma...

There is a saying often told that all that glitters is not gold. But love is worth far more than gold and crave it all, both young and ol...

Upon awakening today my eyes were filled with great delight. They met the most divine display — a world painted milky white...

Her hair was the color of mud in July and her skin had the smell of perfume. When she walked in the room she would light up my eye fo...

It isn't something you can buy down at the local lumber store and it’s not something that you’ll find stashed deep inside a dresser d...

The old tin rooster on the shed waits patiently to sing its song. The trees are quiet, wind is dead. Soon dawn will break. It won’t be lo...

The darkened forest is quite bare and fallen leaves are everywhere. Wind whistles through the lonely trees; they twist and...

The cowboy lights a cigarette and deep in silent thought he wonders how much sleep he'll get, the sun and soil so hot. The parched ...

I think I’d rather be a shoe and find another shoe to woo. The reason should be clear enough: although like people shoes will scuff it’s...

Beneath the massive old oak tree they carved their names for all to see. The lovers very soon were wed and underneath the tree they led ...

On marble steps stained deep and dark the senate slew Rome’s patriarch, stabbed as if within a play beneath the theater...

It was the bottom of the ninth and neither side was winning. Each member of the pent-up crowd was anxious for the inning. The batter smil...

Along the shore I paced and stood amidst the varying debris and I found a piece of driftwood which I took back home with me. I looked o...

The green felt table, strewn with cards, stands in a stuffy room. A light mist coats the darkened yards – a layer of perfume. The ...

Life’s a flattened Good Year tire. It's a Jewish woman restrained by wire. It's a black man hanged up high – a silhouette agains...

The old axe rang true with each solid thud. It neatly sank through the blocks of thick wood. The woodsman stood up, then slowly bent d...

On a rusty gate I waited for our eyes perchance to meet but she fancied that she was alone amid the gilded wheat. So I simply stood ador...

Weary and alone I stand evoking tender moments passed, deep in thought and head in hand. Forever loving thoughts withstand the waves ...