Creative Writing – Page 2 – cereal after sex

You can’t say “write like magic” It isn’t right to be so tragic And Nob Hill hip And Q-Town super… Read more.

Rural West Texas

Rural West Texas. Flat. Brown. Isolation. Lost dreams. Ragged old motels. Dirty convenience stores with the lingering scent of unruly… Read more.

Beehive morning Cold, gray, wet Remembering stars still spinning Dreams in deadlock I just can’t recall the colors or the… Read more.

There was a dark, lonely road of dirt that led to a bright spot at the end. There were leaves,… Read more.

The psithurism of the autumn forest flutters as the madmen of the otherworld profit from global uncertainty. I drive the… Read more.

There’s only 12 left again. A pair of tulips, blue and orange. A heartbeat on two lips, river red and… Read more.

Grandmama smoked cigarettes, the smoke swirling as the red-wing black birds she watched fluttered like ruby UFOs in the big… Read more.

She was eating a banana in the produce section. I noticed because I’ve really been into the color yellow lately.… Read more.

On the green and misty outskirts of Cincinnati, a man named Saul Revenge pauses in his driveway and looks at… Read more.

In a cold and dark windy hallway called my deepest sighI look out upon the swaying, bubbling skychampagne sunsets turn… Read more.

I found her she came out of nowhere some angel called beautiful holds me under the sun calms me through… Read more.

And it was the crack of a symmetrical dawn lepers hanging clothes with no sleeves legless pants heartless armor the… Read more.