Creative Writing – Page 5 – cereal after sex

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

The Caspian Tea House

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.

He woke up to the sound of the maddening leaves. The sun was croaking forth. He had slept in the… Read more.

Doesn’t that look lonely That orange, muddled horizon Two cars at the Americana Motel The yellow brick and brown doors… Read more.

With a book to read and a bite to eat I plagiarize my wounds The stone archway is a shelter… Read more.

I’m tired But I can’t shut down Too much stimulation Via stillness My eyes want to close But the hands… Read more.

I decipher the angst of the world, glyphs sketched on the stalks as I make my way through the cornfield.… Read more.

And it feels good to be cold in this bed at 1:35 in the afternoon on a Sunday. No one… Read more.

Golden snow in the breeze Tree trunks sprayed by plowings A road leading to a blank horizon Hills in the… Read more.