Category: Creative Writing
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An ice-cold sugar cookie sun glosses over the lonely bones Of a world derived from godly madness and space dust A sepia depression dawn shimmer of light The people of the world are shapeless and seemingly gone Lost within the confines of selfishly habitual minds The curvature of humanity has…
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Welcome the pilgrims with a pellet gun and a lava lamp kiss. See Hannah cut her finger with a pair of scissors whilst she creates a paper turkey from a paper plate and construction paper the colors of autumn dust. See the missiles rain from the sky, each tattooed with…
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In the serpentine maw of a sun fall begging the good ropes of a life gone wrong fray and bow to snap, photo frames turned down on a table, a guilt like fire, someone stomping in the hallway, Jakob Moo with a knife tip pressed against his throat, a desperate…
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There’s a half-empty bottle of Snapple on the desk Love is vicious Love is calm Love is everywhere And yet so distant In a world gone wrong Star maps line the walls Prescription bottles are collected on shelves Outside the sun is blazing Inside the time is draining Me This…
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The grocery store is full of human corn on the cobs. They walk around like stiff, yellow erections. They’re dressed in green husks, unzipped, the cornsilk is hair spilling out at the chest or the top of a pointed head. They wander aimlessly, brainlessly. “Where’s the milk?” “Where’s the apple…
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There was a heart in Central Park. It was lying there in the curled leaves and the grass saying goodnight. It beat a bit but was slowing. I was sitting on the park bench watching. Nobody cared. The idiots were oblivious. I was alone as usual, trying to get some…
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He made it with her in the bathtub because she was bleeding. That animal. That gyrating, groaning animal. It was that negative breeding. She pulled him in, he slapped against her. They breathed, they kissed, they tangled. When they were done, they stayed in and showered. The water felt like…
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And there I was, raspy as a ghost lost in time, so drunk on the night that I tried to put a pair of glasses on over another pair I was already wearing. Earlier I had been in the bookstore in the cloud city of Nashville. I saw the metal…
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CEREAL AFTER SEX 