Creative Writing – Page 4 – cereal after sex

I want to go to dreamland and stay there. To live among the colored angels and broken glass voodoo kings.… Read more.

Sudan, Texas

A no hope sky scar laughs lenticular, a vision stretched, a moment cascading down a mountain of gods. I suffer… Read more.

It was an empty night by the desk and the heart inverted for the purposes of other people. Chocolate hearts… Read more.

A red sunset is hanging in the sky A warm blotter of heat love Hanging on a hook in space,… Read more.

Ink smeared across a hand that once clutched the sky of your life Now just bones, that crack and roll… Read more.

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

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.