Tag Archives: Philip Brent Harris
One Voice
When did we substitute hubris for style Or do you think it is simply my aesthetic When I see a straight line, I cannot smile Near carved entablature, it’s so pathetic Although I am only one voice in this song I believe we sacrificed our artistry for ego Even though future years prove me wrong […]
Another Way
I wonder, if you had gone the other way Would it, to me, have made a difference It probably would have, but who’s to say Whether better, worse, drained in the rinse Your life feels like you’re in the spin cycle Pressured, wrung out, stuck in one place You pretend to ravel riding an exercycle […]
Serial Tuesday ~ Toliver
Chapter Four Toliver followed quietly behind the man who had purchased him. Joe, no Joad, had made him aware of the shock stick he carried on his belt. Toliver’s muscles had been released from their neural block and his hands had been uncuffed. He still wore shackles around his ankles, joined by a chain. It […]
Serial Friday ~ Arcadian Journey
Chapter Two Eni no longer stood by Stavo and Brother Dom. She marched up to North and pinned him with her stare. Joy Hardiway, looking distraught, came up as well. Eni made North begin again, though it made him swear. He spoke more slowly under her prodding glare and his tone was not so fraught […]
Beneath the Grass
What would it feel like, any fun, to live to be one hundred My imagination tells me it would be less fun more dread With luck, still shuffling around, able to pee upon my shoes Not rolled about like deadwood by someone I don’t choose Perhaps I will be non compos mentis and it will […]
None May Know
Imagine, how do we tell our own love story Do we believe love exists in a state of grace Fear it will be a stroll along life’s razor edge A plunge into the deep, head first, eyes closed Do we make our dive unsure if we can swim Will love’s buoyancy help float us on […]
Serial Tuesday ~ Toliver
Chapter Three The light proved more forgiving the next time Toliver awoke, and the pain in his head was merely a dull, persistent throb. He felt somehow younger, stronger with the sense of an idea or revelation on the tip of his mind. Whatever it was, he lost it quickly. He found himself strapped to […]
Last Note
One more bullet shot from one more gun You’re sure this must be the very last one Yet, once more death and once more pain And you know it will start all start again One more bomb falls from one more sky Is there really a reason for us to ask why One more terrorist […]
Serial Friday ~ Arcadian Journey
After a couple of weeks of my new Serial Tuesday, I’ve decided that alternating sories there will be too confusing, as well as not providing me the proper motivation. So today I begin Serial Friday with the opening pages of Arcadian Journey Please feel free to offer any comment on either piece. Prologue Two jumpships […]
What Mouth Talking, Which Ears Hear?
Oh please let us have just one more child We promise to raise them meek and mild Never mind the children we will conceal Who will have to learn to cheat and steal Population worry is only for the poorest We are the richest, so all should adore us Population worry must haunt the richest […]
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