Creative Writing – Page 12 – cereal after sex

The mutual poet and I wrapped our scars around rainbows like barbed wire cuts of rust wrenching the tears from… Read more.

A Reversal of Reverence

When one is inside a living hell one begins to wonder if life really is hell and that we are… Read more.

I come from a place not known a high hill tucked far away behind the sugar plants and the factories… Read more.

Pierre was somewhat offended. He got up to pour himself a cup of the coffee. “You’re welcome to hunt yourself… Read more.

You invented lovelike dragons spit firethe longing when you are gone,is an immediate reactionI’m drawn to your eyesI’m drawn to… Read more.

Kirby looked at the van parked in his driveway and nearly had to shield his eyes because it was so… Read more.

The next morning, they docked at Rocky Point, and it was indeed a rocky point that jutted out into the… Read more.

It left me wanting to go home and jump on a blank page like one jumps on a wife to… Read more.

Gracelyn Polk was on her stomach on a small bed in a girlish bedroom of pink. Her legs were bent… Read more.

Gracelyn Polk stood in front of her social studies classroom and cleared her throat as she looked down at the… Read more.

Why is this world so dirty?why are the lumps playing King?I look around, look aroundcan’t see anythingcan’t avert my eyesto… Read more.

It be catastrophic ink Hand-held jubilee in Sicily Heart ripped Via raw meat grinder Downtown high school The high bums… Read more.