my psychiatrist is dead
I just found out told by my therapist who apologized profusely saying I shouldn’t have been informed that way. it’s a weird thought anyone could die at anytime, but not… Continue reading
Month: April 2021
bullshit poets
been on the ‘gram reading poetry from so-called poets they talk of love-gone-right and other pretend bullshit. has your soul ever bled? are you old enough to have experienced anything… Continue reading
the man who shit his pants
he staggered in I was at the register about to feed my card to the money eater in it’s slot he was getting closer I had to look at him… Continue reading
The Woman with No Face
I was sitting at the bus stop. I didn’t know why. I wasn’t trying to go anywhere. The sun was blazing overhead and the cars all looked ugly. I guess… Continue reading
Don’t Stop
All I have to do is keep writing. There really isn’t anything else I can do. As long as my keystrokes don’t fall below a certain number, they will never… Continue reading
mutated mundane
haven’t been writing much in the last year. shit got real really real. 2020 was not a good year not for me not for you unless you owned Amazon the… Continue reading
