Siblings Bartholomew Bat and Smiling Salamander, an oddly somber duo, venture across lands beautiful, fantastical, and terrible, to fulfill a promise from long ago. For January Shofield, who has one of the most beautiful and terrible minds I've ever seen

We are night-animals, each searching for the other.

She is an incomprehensible ghost; a specter of the city.

The snow is coming; I am tired; my time is ending.

When the towers fall and the soil is rich and black, we will see our feet becoming trees, and our toes curling down like roots, our spirits branching out with leaves and thoughts and feelings in this bright, strange new world. Comments appreciated.

Zuza Chirt XVI is a typical were-otter from the parallel world of Neptune, and her best friend is a purple bowler hat named Hat. Fleeing her home country of Nightsky-land, she finds our world quite interesting, but is forced to return and face her demons.

Look beyond what you see"--Lion King. Beyond what you see is something you cannot fathom, yet when you do fathom it, it is endlessly amazing. Rainbows and blood and rivers of light all flowing together...god it's beautiful.

A green, two-tailed cat wanders a community college. A student does the same. What connects them, as they are drawn into a hidden world inside the library? As they are entangled in a complicated web of story? Comments and constructive criticism appreciate

Isadora sees things, and people, that aren't there. She's just trying to live her life OFF her medication until Maj the blue-and-gold jaguar shows up, walking the thin line at the edge of her sanity. An expansion of Tongue of a Jaguar

Ghostly Vanessa,7,wanders post-apocalyptic New York, getting into conversations with the NYC Public Library's lion statues and being guarded by an angel in the guise of her white childhood cat named Piano Man. With their help, she learns how to die.

Highly cryptic, yet evocative, this poem toes a secret line. See if you can muddle it out.

A world without man is a quiet one, no?

The place where the beautiful impossibilities of dreamlands and moonscapes come together. Where the stars wink down to your destinies, and in the distances between are held secrets sung on the night-winds.

The rather funny ramblings of a spirit trapped in the Tivoli movie theatre. Comments appreciated.

Don't forget your dreams, even in the midst of a winter of the soul. Ths poem is archaic, flowing...and perhaps a tad cryptic.

A scary little poem that came out of one of my moodier moments...anyway, I think it's a good snapshot of how I was feeling at that particular moment, so it'll be interesting to see what other people think. Comments appreciated.

a poem of traveling, and wandering. some nice imagery in here. comments appreciated

This is one of my favorites that I've written so far. It's all flowing and I love the imagery. Anyway, comments appreciated!

The main focus of this poem is the punctuation more than anything else, though there is a steady message throughout as well. Comments appreciated.

A pretty pretty little poem if I do say so myself. Comments appreciated.

A real metaphorical little poem--not too much going on visually, and for that I apologize. Comments appreciated.

we're eating the world, you know--probably have heard this one way to many times, but still...Comments appreciated.

A beautiful, crusty city, you have to admit. Comments appreciated.

A dark, resounding thing that calls out to you, and to your memory. Comments appreciated.

A short, clever little thing with some of the flower names you thought you knew in there. Comments appreciated.

A modern twist on the classic trickster-tales of the Native American coyote. Ever wondered what has become of such beings? How they live? If they're still up to their old antics?

A very visual poem that talks about feeling dead to the world and the stimulation you need to live again.

a short three stanza that uses wing-imagery to convey a message.

A sad memory about a hatchling merged with a few aspects of fiction and I daresay I've constructed something to fall in love wiht. Please enjoy.

A rather dire little poem about the end of the world--it uses quite a lot of metaphor, if you ask me.

A short little poem using quite a lot of assonance and allitteration. About a fox, of course.

This is a short little poem one stanza about some of the generalities of an oak tree. But still, I like it.

Have you ever seen that perfect green that can only be found when a sunbeam goes through the leaves in a forest? Well, this is a poem about that.

A short little three-stanza poem using rain as a metaphor for life. Yeah I know that description sounds a little bland--but just read the poem; you might like it.

Odd imagery that somehow manages to convey my feelings of warmth and happiness.

Small and short, a little about irony, and a little about true colors.

This poem is called "drowning," yet it is in possession of an alarming amount of calm imagery.

A small poem about a sunset, with a few spiritual undertones.

A short, four-line, single-stanza poem about intimacy.

This is a short poem about birds, and also a little about our odd obsession with using them as symbols of freedom.

Basically a long, affectionate ramble about staring into your loved-one's face, and what you see there.

A short little poem just about waking up in the morning.

Three stanzas about the last days of summer. Comments appreciated

A rather interesting short story about an angel stranded on earth. Don't worry, it's not all fluffy white clouds and happy-fuzzy feelings . Comments appreciated.

The classic story of innocence lost, told through the eyes of s/he who is usually forgotten: the lonely imaginary friend.

I made a few minor changes to this piece. It was initially a microfiction for my literary expression class. Please leave a comment to tell me what you think.

This is a story based on an actual urban legend from where I live. Please submit any and all criticisms, as I am always open to revision. Comments appreciated.

This is a poem about the loss of innocence, using the medium of a summer night, and contains many sensory details.

This is a fairly metaphoric piece that uses the medium of transformation to express the value of steadfast decisions.

I'm adding this for a friend who asked me to. Please read and review what you think.

A short poem about a rather crafty fox

It is a short poem that is dedicated to the thought of the dual nature of happiness and pain, saying that maybe without one, the other cannot possibly exist.

Stand tall

Somtimes it takes a miracle to bring hope back into our hearts.

To fly, to dream, to believe is to live

Somtimes what we so desperatley desire is the thing that will destroy us.

Somtimes we just need to put ourselves out there to experience life.

Hate has the horrible power to corrupt the pure.

A dark wind will blow when these flowers bloom no more...

Aren't we all just puppets?

People say it is harmless for children to have curiosity, some even say it is healthy. But what happens when they dabble in things not even understood?

The Red Cod is the place where the unfortunate and the lost go to forget themselves with bottles upon bottles of poison. It is only the most unfortunate who find thier way here...

They are the ones who live in the dark corners where no one looks, but when they do look, it is often too late...

A child, isolated in a sea of cornfeilds, has never known the meaning of a friend. That all changes one day when a bloody sack is thrust upon him by those he knows only as his Tormentors.

She was bitten and left to bleed, running now forever into the night from those who wish to hang her pelt upon thier wall. Now she seeks desperately needed balance or, at the the very least, some semblance of it...