Somehow it has been like two years since I posted here but it feels like one. I wrote a poem the other day, and I am working on a story; here is the poem. i go to the room and … Continue reading
The Great Below A Cautionary Tale Dedicated to the memory of Norman Mudd I descend from grace In arms of undertow I will take my place In the great below The phone rang when Harry was just getting to the … Continue reading
Another stream of consciousness poem: maybe your sting is a special kiss.with honeyed venom.flowing from your lips.maybe your heart is a poison vinewith thorns piercing my side.maybe your eyes are a special namewhispered in the dead of nightin silence … Continue reading
Stream of consciousness poem The ripple effect of a life The ever changing nature of behaviour, Yet repeats The waves of behaviour Change A large wave brings great change Its ripples indicative Of repetition of behaviour But lessened The … Continue reading
”If you want to know who your friends are, get yourself a jail sentence.” Charles Bukowski in honour of my madlib/charles bukowski hommage i am writing up .
inspired by machen. a tinyprose. entering the green round he was amazed at the array of festive pennants and banners. inside the hollow hill surrounded by hemlock a dozen tables lay burdened with the remains of the elf-feast. the goblets … Continue reading