Tiny Stories

Bukowski Loathed Leave us Chinaski Leave us his racing slips  and beer. Leave us your model of what one shouldn't read Grown amongs...

The Only Fruit I When we were young we looked to you For pleasure and for pride W e tried to climb your blackened limbs But your...

Traction Show Those old men spend their last days Working on immobile steam engines: It is some fucking hobby.

Euphoric Flashback (Take 2)   Dreamlike an astronaut paced like a spirit The folk in the forest were chasing their hit ...

My Body Again Disagreed With My Head I told myself that I'm happy alone Then dreamt of limbs wrapped together in bed Thus when...

Crop A crop has grown within my brain The harvest of a neural strain It bears the rotting of our faith I pluck the fruit to fill...

Blinker Five hours awake                                          Scope of my vision Our needs are met                          ...