Paul Pruett : Writing

Blues

Blues

A Poem by Paul Pruett
O Wounded Angel

O Wounded Angel

A Poem by Paul Pruett


I hate to see a friend in pain.
Raising the Dead

Raising the Dead

A Poem by Paul Pruett


Sometimes there is a connection with someone. Call it psychic, if you will. Then it is gone and then sometimes, just sometimes, she thinks of you agai..
Playing with the Breeze of the Dark

Playing with the Breeze of the Dark

A Poem by Paul Pruett


Driving home from work, late one night, I was struck by the starkness of the dark buildings and the sharpness of the lights of the apartments.
Goddess

Goddess

A Story by Paul Pruett


Even a deity can be lonely.
Rough Stuff

Rough Stuff

A Poem by Paul Pruett


Sometimes a little pain with your pleasure ain't so bad...
Goddess of Lust

Goddess of Lust

A Poem by Paul Pruett


Another poem I was asked to write...