Creative Writing Blog: first kiss after senior year sickness
i already know my tongue taste like acid
the pink palette is burned by truths
that were supposed to stay inside
permeate in the soft belly
and as...
Creative Writing Blog: wapimisow
father fell asleep drunk. foot on the fire pit. the burning rubber soles of his boots sent smoke signals and heavy clouds floating out...
Creative Writing Blog: Hunting the Beast Within
Man is not pure in mind or soul, they simply pray to fear
The wolfsbane blooms inside all hearts, just waiting to appear
The barking laugh,...
Creative Writing Blog: cold hands
she adjusts her feet
to the bump and scrape pace
of winter sidewalks.
contemplates longevity
arrivals and departures
and the distance between
two points (cardinal or otherwise).
the cold is welcomed
while...
Creative Writing Blog: Infinity Hustle
Hey man listen, it’s all a numbers game. You’ve got that eggshell ego, know what I’m mean?
It’s a problem with all good-looking guys. Yeah,...
