Poem: A Walk |
WITH THE SUN HITTING MY BACK, I PEEP THE BIRDSWITH THE CLOUDSHIGHA LAWN-MOWER, GAS-POWERED, BEING PUSHED OUT OVER THE FIELDS...LESS GLARE TODAYA BEAUTIFUL DAY
Posted by on Mon, 08 Dec 2008 23:03:00 GMT |
Poem: a tURNING pOINT |
the Sky
is fucking orange.
3 in the morning
of wildfire smoke
Onshore flow of Summer
sultry on naked skin, sneaking
through cracked windows
the Sky
and skin appear the same
that smokey orange cream
en...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jul 2008 00:41:00 GMT |
Transgressive: "Robbing the Highway" |
appx 2300 words by Zach Newsom  Robbing the Highwayand hair's tossed by fist again, partially soaked, smearing the blood of his forehead and obstructing his swollen, terrified eyes as enraged structur...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Dec 2007 06:59:00 GMT |
rich girl |
Like Dirty Poodles by Zach Newsom
&n...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Jun 2007 18:48:00 GMT |
crazy cynical negativity |
a NIGHT & a KEYBOARD
Well this is what I want to do. I want to write. I want to put words onto this page and look at them and decide whether I can connect or not, later. Now ...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Jun 2007 01:48:00 GMT |
