Creative Writing – cereal after sex

Orange doves Silver turnstiles Where have I been the last two fucking months..? Space is like cereal The different shapes,… Read more.

Smell of Summer

We floated along toward the green bean horizon today. The air was warm and salty and had that smell of… Read more.

Money is a rebellion against liberty and angels with arrows mingle on the edge of space No one cares where… Read more.

Sitting in a chair in front of a mirror talking to myself with imaginary razor and lightning bugs fluttering about.… Read more.

Wake up Wake up Time to put on the makeup To face the world with mask on task Smile until… Read more.

The sun is shining Black birds streak across the clear blue sky The grass and trees throb with summer green… Read more.

He looks at his watch as the clock balloons float him over the barren land But no land is completely… Read more.

At the large house at the end of the block that serves as an apothecary and home of a weird… Read more.

Carousel-lighted crickets sparkle like breath gone astray Birds of flight spinning the tune: It’s hard to be happy when you’ve… Read more.

Prince Hawkwind of Leafdom stood alone in his private garden. He looked down at the stone pathway. The spaces between… Read more.

Sometimes I don’t want anything to do with anything I feel blank The pencil tip is broken I’m in prison… Read more.

It’s silent among the weeds of the fan whir. The sun teeters on the edge of darkness. The growing, green… Read more.