🔉 The Drive Home
By PJ Hi, my name is Charlie, and I live in New Jersey. I’m on my way home, on my own, in my brand-new Buick, listening to the radio. I look forward to this time of day. I get some…
🔉 Phantosmia?
By Lillian Bradbury Dad sat bolt upright in bed as if he had been shot. He fled to the window, and through the half-light, he saw Mother with a bundle in her arms about to drop it into the water…
🔉 Vampirica
"Vampirica" is a playful and mysterious poem by PJ about Patricia, an enigmatic figure who seems to defy time and human conventions. With hints of gothic intrigue, nocturnal habits, and an eerie connection to Whitby, this poem weaves humor and dark fantasy into a lighthearted yet compelling narrative. Vampire #GothicPoetry #DarkHumor #Poetry #Supernatural #Nocturnal #Whitby #Mystery #PJPoems #ModernPoetry #DarkFantasy
🔉 Another New Year – A Short Story
A mysterious journey into the unknown. A seeker, an Oracle, and a question of fate. Read Another New Year by Pat Barnett—a tale of destiny, choices, and consequences.
🔉Wot I Wrote!
The Future is a Blank Page As I start to write this I am staring at a blank page I have written many pages before this one Some good, some bad, some immaterial, many that are best forgotten ALL are…
🔉Profesinal
I am a profesinal sine riterI lernt it from the intanetI doesn’t hav a proper jobI won it in a bet I had to lern to spelWhen riting on the wallI just carnt seem to get no wrkNo one evr…
🔉 Pro Me
A profoundness of profundityis messing with my lifeAn intenseness of intensityis causing me such strife Non- viable viabilitiesare clouding my decisionsTo chart a course and plan my wayrequires much precision My indecision is divisivemy compass doesn’t workI’m secure in insecuritylost…
🔉 Booming
I’m a retired baby boomerWho’s looking for a lifeI never seem to get aheadMy life is full of strife The wife she went and left meMy son has moved back inMy investments fell right through the floorI’ve put retirement in…
🔉 Feline
Feline The path stretched out before her, twisting and turning as it neared the summit of the mountain. Snowflakes whirled all around, some finding rest in the drifts which filled the hollows between the steep banks and low dry-stone walls.…
🔉 Raw
If you want the truthDon’t ask meBecause I will give it to youIf you’re worried about somethingDon’t ask meBecause I will give you a solutionIf you want to talkI will listenBUTDon’t ask me what I thinkBecause my truth is rawYou’re…