Creative Writing – Page 4 – cereal after sex

There is a dark hotel room, and the butter hearts of paradise dawn come rushing through like maniac bullets. There… Read more.

The Scarlet Sea

I pointed a .45 at my reflection in the sea pulled the trigger and started to bleed She came up… Read more.

I saw limes twisted and sucked dry, void of juicelying loose, tying the noose, the end of the dripall roly… Read more.

The spirited heartbreak Of the witch harpooned The effervescent moon Drifting dream beams The sauce of life The sauce of… Read more.

Rows upon rows upon rows Apartment buildings Different colors, shapes, and sizes Dream leaps across the lawns Buttresses like butter… Read more.

I ordered two kitchen sinks because I’m crazy. They’re for my blue pastel villa in Italy. The blue is cerulean… Read more.

Nothing in this head but letters to the dead The hollow hell of yellow hills I berate the dirt and… Read more.

A man walks from a house to the edge of a lake. The house he leaves behind is white, so… Read more.

I was in an Azerbaijan tea house at the shore of the Caspian Sea. The house was soft in texture… Read more.

This world has a stick up its ass and Romeo is unhinged Juliet has aborted her American dreams With a… Read more.

Cultist amethyst Lingering by the lagoon of life Stranded on this island of strife I was wrapped in a jacket… Read more.

I was the man beyond the veil, and I was upside down in sunlight, so it seemed. A crystal-clear river… Read more.