fridge by magicalhobo on sketchport

Not a poem

A bottle of wine for us to share, A blanket, some crackers and cheese And as you drowned me in cheddar squares I’d beg, “leave me alone,...
'hypodermic-needle' by George Hodan on publicdomainpictures.net

Trypanophobia

“Can you stick it in my ass?” I asked him as I sat on the bench beside my girlfriend, holding her hand for comfort....

Creative Writing: Prayer

I kneel. Hands intertwined. Heartbeat like a metronome. Steady. Please, I pray. Please. Please Let me find. Beauty. Purpose. Slaughtered on an altar, I pledge myself. Renouncing all. I hold out my sins in cupped...

Creative Writing: A Study of Two Girls with Van Gogh’s “Self Portrait”, Museé d’Orsay,...

he painted himself in dozens of frames, each time remade and recycled, each time new. i tell you this as we stand side-by-side surrounded by van gogh’s...

No need for sleep

Belly full with laughter, guts plump with giggles, I crumble under your tickles. Face a rash of Cheshire cat, the only pain I feel Is the ache of burning...

Creative Writing: The Truth of the Moth

If I were called in to construct a religion, I should make use of light.   I would worship at the peak of the day, Basking and...