Tag Archives: words
liar.
liar. you don’t write? Bullshit. Turn these pages. Now. Can you see them? Can you read them? All yours. It was a blank page and a cylinder of ink, but no longer. A flick of the wrist and voila!
Filed under fact, instructions, singular
you did this
you did this. you wrote this. it’s you. with your cannbis buyers pen, wearing gym shorts and needing a shower. there are clothes on the floor, bags, books, shoes, paper. not you. you are above, alive and real. you are … Continue reading
Filed under fact, prose, second person
scrawling
the pages the pages they fill letters and symbols tumbling like fever out of the life they exist half in the brain half in the pen entombed on the sheet alive for a moment a parchment meterorite
Filed under prose, singular, third person
careful what you wish for.
do you ever wish you could write in blood? that your pen would overflow and the bright crimson ink would drip drip drip down and stain the floorboards? that what you have to say could be carved so deeply into … Continue reading
Filed under questions, second person
