Writing – Page 9 – cereal after sex

Empty roads beckon wanderlust, Heaven torn asunder by the sun Read more.

Elvis in Atlantis

I saw Elvis making crop circles in Atlantis from the window of my pink wooden house Read more.

Memories are deposited, the pains and joys withdrawn – it’s like black-and-white Poland to me, wandering in rags, sleeping in… Read more.

I can’t say anything anymore, it doesn’t fit through the walls — the sun paper is too thin over the… Read more.

There’s this long line of darkness on the other side of day I stand there listening to the starless sky… Read more.

She is everywhere and all over it, a stellar angel chick, shocked me like socket sex, and then just as… Read more.

And so there I was, sitting on a bench in a park and eating fish n chips, oblivious to the… Read more.

The mushroom stammered. “Have you ever considered the thought that maybe it’s not you that is crazy? Have you ever… Read more.

The street was fairly quiet save for a few trailing screams of fun and joy bursting forth from the mouths… Read more.

Why is it now 10 million memories later That you appear When I feel my hand empty In a moment… Read more.

There is a disease in the air now and everyone stays inside – mostly. There is no more school or… Read more.

I went to the local public library as an experiment in trying to get some peace and quiet so I… Read more.