Creative Writing – Page 7 – cereal after sex

I moved closer to one of the windows and pressed a hand against it. When I looked out onto the… Read more.

Mr. Kringle-go-Round

He plotted a path across the highway. As he slowly walked, the rushing machines went right through him as if… Read more.

“These are my best ones,” he said, and he leaned forward and spoke quietly even though he didn’t need to… Read more.

He liked the way her mouth stretched out and showed off her big sparkly teeth when she smiled or laughed.… Read more.

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.

Winter’s weight and dust galoreEyes heavy in the pain of dawncheekbones achewhiskey madness takes its tollon an ever-building mint bridge… Read more.

I felt the breath of God in Santeeby the shores of Lake Marionthe spiders like aliensweaving webs the size of… Read more.

There is orderThere is disorderThere are purgative drugsAnd there are clouds to sleep on It was a day that was… Read more.

I enjoy the smell of blue Play-Doh, it reminds me of childhood wounds Read more.