• The swift bird flew from the top of heaven all the way to hell. On its way, it passed something that looked like a community of people, and lots of buildings and some beauty. He had the greatest hopes for them, a lifetime on earth. But in the end, he found out that to many of the humans, life on earth was already a living hell.

  • The musical was fine, inspiring, it got my attention for sure. My wife was comfortable to my left, wide awake and humming. Touching me the whole time. I started to doze off, and my dreams were unreal…

  • The word alone, wine, gets my attention. A recluse at heart, but I can hang with total strangers, it only takes … did someone say wine?

  • The gingerbread man showed up early. He was hungry. Slobber was dripping from the corners of his mouth and dribbling down his chin without his notice, he was spent. All of my friends split fast without notice and ran back into the woods. Except for me. I had to see what may show up.

  • T. Michael Smith commented on the post, ringtone 9 months ago

    The ringtone was all wrong. I had heard what I wanted to hear earlier. But this time, it seemed silly. And it was. I didn’t recognize the tone.

  • The tour “bus”, from the ship, was nothing but a rubber raft with no motor, and it was late leaving the rear hull. The takeout was within sight as the oversized cruise liner beeped their little horn, and turned to the left. By the time their paddles hit the water they were lost in the wake of the ocean bus, riding high and low. And then they went…[Read more]

  • T. Michael Smith commented on the post, bedside 10 months ago

    Beside my bed, beside my loyal dog is the cat. He’s cool too. But to my right is my gift. My partner. My companion. My inspiration. The bedside recipient of my love. OOOmpHH… I love her the most.

  • T. Michael Smith commented on the post, broke 10 months ago

    I was broke. Beat down, overqualified, underqualified, destitute. I had nothing and owed out more than I could make in my first three months of a normal job. LIving in my friend’s photography studio, on a spare futon couch. No heat. Not hot water. Broken.

  • I missed the target by a mile. Maybe a mile and an inch. It was moving at the time, no excuse on my part, but shit man. The copter was shaking and the road they were on was not smooth. My bad. Their lives…

  • The nightlight from my headlamp was fading fast. We were only an hour into our 3-hour escape, but I was falling behind. I didn’t bring my batteries or anyone else’s. So, we were doomed, from the start. With only a stringent passion to fly away. But it was dark.

  • That skyline looked ominous. As our canoes rounded the first corner of the flooded river, we realized that we may be pushing it this time. The sky flashed white and disturbed thunder followed it. We could feel the vibrations it left behind while we were sitting on the water. In a canoe soon to be swamped.

  • The majority of innocent men that have to tolerate being accused of a sexual crime by a woman is incomprehensible nowadays. The word assault is one thing, but when found innocent of any crime, wrong doing or assault, the woman should be held accountable for at least defamation of character. It’s far too easy to make accusations that aren’t’ true,…[Read more]

  • I need to remember to enable myself more often. Lost in thoughts and daydreams is fun but it’s not profitable. I need to enable my bank account to be there for me someday. But every single day costs money. Even when I’m lost in thought.

  • The ukulele was broken. It had strings, but the sound it made was not what I wanted to hear. At least not at the moment I strummed it. I used my fingers to tighten down different cords along the neck but they all sounded weak.

  • The hoop was just too small for her hips. She tried several times, with more zest each time, but in the end the hoop won. She was beautiful. She was one of the prettiest girlfriends I have had in several years. But if the hoop doesn’t fit, it’s just not going to go any further.

  • The toughest part about finding a job when you really need it, is simply finding a job. Say you have over 30 years experience in one field, but that “field” doesn’t exist anymore. It happens. But c’mon the freak on, I need to eat.

  • The circus started, louder than usual, with all the children celebrating by spilling their popcorn while trying to dance. But when the main act finally appeared, after all the lions, tigers, seals and elephants, Cassy the Clam brought the place down.

  • Gather by the fire, was there order in broken English, while pointing there tazors in our direction. We heard a crashing sound-noise earlier but didn’t think it was close enough to be a problem. Maybe because their spaceship was so small.

    Either way, I reached for my girlfriends hand and we did what they said. For now…

  • T. Michael Smith commented on the post, outlet 1 year ago

    At the end of the outlet, it seemed caved in. Leroy agreed that it was still questionable . He was always thinking ahead. But behind the obvious. We had children with us.

  • T. Michael Smith commented on the post, cousin 1 year ago

    My cousin is a jerk. He’s the fairy side of a gay relationship with his partner. Sometimes my cousin is flaming queer. The other guy is much tougher. And you’d never think he was homosexual. Either way I don’t care, but my cousin sure does, he’s a jerk.