Writing – Page 3 – cereal after sex

The doorbell rang at dusk The old woman came bearing fruit She held three tomatoes in tired hands One was… Read more.

Roswell 1969

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, just like the sun and all the planets. Most men and women have scars… Read more.

Velour Beans hid deep in The Garden of Carrots in Laos. His uniform was made of unicorn fur and torn.… Read more.

She is fireworks over a city that sits like candles torchlit and like flames. She is a walk on a… Read more.

A black building with windows of orange light played sentinel over a dark blue river at dusk in a city… Read more.

The murals of human clouds. Bakers in bakeries thinking of what it would be like to not have to wake… Read more.

An ice-cold sugar cookie sun glosses over the lonely bones Of a world derived from godly madness and space dust… 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.