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Away ~ Words of the Prodigal


Struck out on my own
Struck out all alone
In search for so much more, but I found much less
Abandoned shallow love
Left any pretense of
Faith, trust, security, but I still see your eyes

I still see your hands
Do they welcome me?
Or push me away?

Stained glassed and boxed in
Tried to define my sin
Your sense of morality had no place for me
The picture’s weaker here
Not thinking all that clear
Sometimes it’s easier just to say goodbye

But if I change my mind
Would you welcome me?
Or push me away?

Don’t you know my love for you?

In your heart you know it’s true

Though at times you may not see

In my heart you’ll always be

They say you’re there for me
They say you’ll always be
Where were you on the day I needed you
Can’t tell what’s inside
Too many things to hide
Someday I just may see, but I don’t know
Confusion in the fray
No reason left to stay
Your cross blocks me way, I see the thorns in your brow

See the nails in your hands
Though they welcome me
I push you away


~ J. W. McKay – 1995

The Big Pizza: A Macabre Tale of Regret, and Justice, and Anchovies

Last winter I reread some Edgar Allen Poe short stories at the recommendation of my daughter.  I was experiencing writer’s block at the time, so i thought I would try my hand at a parody, writing in the style of Poe.  What emerged was the story I present below.  It is whimsical as well as macabre, but consider the inspiration.  I trust you will identify the various themes from Poe erupting in my story.  I hope you enjoy this bit of lunacy.

pizza.heart_One might think me mad to hear my tale, but that is only because you have not heard it rightly. Thus I have sat down this night to set things right. I am certain when you hear it from me you will not think me so.  In fact, you should find me the sanest of all people.  No doubt, when confronted with the surety of the facts you will deduce that you would have acted in self same manner.

I was nigh to my twentieth summer when I met my sweet Lulabelle Fee.  I had long since turned to loving all living things and had denounced the way of the carnivore in deference to eating vegetable matter only.  Continue reading “The Big Pizza: A Macabre Tale of Regret, and Justice, and Anchovies”

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