Submissions by Hatful-of-Hollow

Some would call it the final frontier
apache alliteration of love, lust and linger
scalp as many words from the sky
before the clouds dull their intelligence.

Word bore
whore to their loneliness,
pray tell, deliverance,
prostitute to the alphabet.

Write a song for the lovers
and your cursor will flicker and die.
Rent free on the internet
please please please read me.

Have they ever seen you naked?

We were building ruins
In cities yet to be named
nailing carpet to old floorboards

Once upon a rhyme
I said this is all make-believe
she thought I whispered maple leaves
and it was not only the trees
which were naked

We never needed any valentine or roses
just your breath upon my neck.
did Jesus ever kiss  the skin
above your breast?

Memories of adolescence
when words from Samantha and Pamela
were just an invite to an engagement ring.
Third finger, left hand
was always a wound

Mi...

At 2:43 this morning, Clare Thomas, 53, of Aberdeen,  briefly considered setting her cheating, unemployed husband Fraser on fire as he slept, but gave up her plan when she realized she was out of lighter fuel and there were no stores open. Her thoughts then shifted to a navy blouse she had seen on sale earlier in the day at Primark.

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A Bristol branch of the Natwest Bank was robbed twice yesterday in the mind of David Bell, 33. He was disturbed by his wife, who entered the kitchen to make a cup of tea. She asked him why he was wearing a pair of her tights over his...