Category: Creative Writing
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Nerves like cornsilk on fire A plume of atomic orange Flames of blueberry stroke A billion heads collapse and sleep Earth is a bed Towels are folded on shelves A long, lonely highway leads to beautiful isolation And good lonely, needed lonely Apricot orchards wear mind caps Black and white…
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Picking awkwardberries from the tree of life A subway car injects the city with shaking souls Human fluids in the test tube With windows and lights and broken dreams and cataclysmic days Green and amber are the aching colors of another dark noc (night) Round heavens bloodied with tar Heroin…
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A man named India felt like a voodoo doll the morning of his electric birthday. The pinpricks stabbed at him like tiny little swords. He wasn’t feeling right in the head. Something about turmoil and fissures cracking open like in the Earth itself. The steam and liquid magma were leaking…
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Thirteen minutes to fill a capsized void. A laundry list of worry as the clock ticks in some kitchen bluebird hung neatly in the window and looking out onto the pleasant yard. Gas jaw dryer waits alone in the basement. Grandma’s caw caw like a crow beckoning me back inside.…
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+ 500 or Less, Creative Writing, Dark Dreams, Ethereal, Flash, Hypnotic Ramblings, The Nerves, The Woods+
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I can see my tangled soul reflected in the winter lenses of an office building in the factory district. The background is sun and discomfort. A broken man sits on a bench holding a sign that reads: Why can’t I ever win? I walk through the city of stacks. No…
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CEREAL AFTER SEX 