Writing – Page 6 – cereal after sex

Blowtorch Pastoral is a space I created to post some of what I consider to be my more serious writing. Read more.

Red Rubber Concerto

Beauty is in basketslying all over the worlda tumbler of goodwilla shot glass of decencylined along the barof distant scars… Read more.

Monster Magnet is playing the song Space Lord as they ride a green comet around the planet. Read more.

I am an anonymous donorspreading my seed of grief across the worldand I might as well be blindfor all I… Read more.

Censor me still-lifetake my Tomah Graphswimming in the Hollywood Holiday Inn poolnow drowning in a pool of my ownpainful frustrations… Read more.

When you want to be someonebut no one knows who you really arewhen you’re living in the wormthat lives in… Read more.

The trees were immense and varied, the works of genius minds and artists, somehow altered by chemical gravity to bloom… Read more.

There are times that I feel as if I’m just filling in the gaps between birth and death. But then… Read more.

Airplanes streaking across the sky on the same warm summer day wrecking balls sexing up dirty brick walls all in… Read more.