Creative Writing – Page 4 – cereal after sex

The low machine hum of the big, big city is entrenched in gaslight dawn. The birds and the killers are… Read more.

The Moon Has Its Own Scars

The moon has its own scars, just like the sun and all the planets. Most men and women have scars… Read more.

Welcome the pilgrims with a pellet gun and a lava lamp kiss. See Hannah cut her finger with a pair… Read more.

In the serpentine maw of a sun fall begging the good ropes of a life gone wrong fray and bow… Read more.

There’s a half-empty bottle of Snapple on the desk Love is vicious Love is calm Love is everywhere And yet… Read more.

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

I step through the portal of time. I am absorbed by a periwinkle haze. The flowers pull me through. Wooden… 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.

There was a heart in Central Park. It was lying there in the curled leaves and the grass saying goodnight.… Read more.

He made it with her in the bathtub because she was bleeding. That animal. That gyrating, groaning animal. It was… Read more.

These nerves are voiceferous and restless, like a baby with Batman, a highball hangman, make them speak, red walls with… Read more.

A long morning yawns its mallow yellow yawn out there on the grass where the trees and the heart live,… Read more.