Writing – Page 5 – cereal after sex

It was a blue-gray evening dipped in pink and orange when Simon Waterbones drove his car into a KFC restaurant… Read more.

Staring At a Blank World

Staring at a blank world An absurd word Telepathy and oranges A blue envelope sits on the desk Scratchings of… Read more.

“Turquoise turtles tell me where you are. I don’t want to walk around in this world without you, my love.… Read more.

John Horatio Smith was an odd man. He sold top hats in the men’s boutique down the street. The street… Read more.

Her cactus bed smelled like butter nectar. She swears that lying down on the thorns helps her back, yet all… Read more.

A dark day rises gallantly toward the sun. Love is tattooed on the skin of beckoning stars. Red huts line… Read more.

Harpooned harlequins cascade like dominoes in the limelight trick of light down on the piccadilly row of southern Santa Monaco… Read more.

Is it me causing all the ruckuses? Is it me blowing down all the brick walls? I went to the… Read more.

“This won’t be on you. I’ll take full responsibility. I’ve already written my family a certified letter stating that I… Read more.

Time is all nonsense now, like purple wine in a gravity-free cathedral. Jesus and his sex dolls are just spinning… Read more.

Lloyd moved away from the window and went to the nurse-white neatly cluttered kitchen and fixed himself a cold chicken… Read more.

The first thing that Mary O’Shea did as she drove away from the old Grady place was light a cigarette.… Read more.