New Art |
http://wookatie.blogspot.com/ Wednesday, 18 March 2009City Haunting I went on the new underground last night.at Angel Station I stood on the escalator,but instead of going down, using the movingmetall...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Mar 2009 14:45:00 GMT |
Addictions in 2008 |
alcohol, a certain hobbitesque boy who left for certain fame in London, poetry, drugs, detoxing, raving, dancing, the church of rock, sushi, drinking, benders, arguments, self dest...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Jan 2009 19:47:00 GMT |
Nothing To Read. |
Nothing To ReadThe man sitting in front of herhas an ant crawling in his wispy silver hair. The couple behindsit with their hands in their laps. Eyes observinga Sunday Mass silence. The Valley's punk ...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Dec 2007 12:08:00 GMT |
new micro non fiction. 100 words. |
I woke up in your arms that monday morning. I didn't know it would be our very last morning together. We were in exactly the same position as we were when we fell asleep. You held me tight. I stroked ...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Nov 2007 06:32:00 GMT |
Booking herself a few days away |
She Books Herself a Few Days AwayIn her bathroom she screamedShe did that until she tasted blood. Then she crouched and reached under the sinkFor a pair of pliersThen she stood up straight and lookedA...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Nov 2007 08:27:00 GMT |
Jesus and Jesus |
Jesus and JesusDown a side street was where I found it. A Florentine church.When inside, I saw a collection of the usual relics Frescoes' on the ceiling, artwork on the walls.At the altar, the long gl...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Apr 2007 07:43:00 GMT |
Another mundane day where things just go spinning around |
Just another mundane day where things go spinning around. I was leaning against a white metal post in the queens dirty dirty grey train station, when my one carriage bay express pulled in. I walked of...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Sep 2007 17:33:00 GMT |
The Entrance To Boulders |
This is the begining of a very large piece, that i have been trying to write for a good 2 years. You knew you had entered the Antelope Valley when the names of the freeway exits changed from San Salva...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Jun 2007 17:46:00 GMT |
Myspace |
MyspaceShe can't sleep, but she doesn't want to wake up. Instead of tossing and turning in her bed like she has done for the past two hours, she succumbs, she conforms. Awake, online- Bing! A sheep on...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Jun 2007 17:40:00 GMT |
The Train Journey After Exams |
I started writing this last week on my way home from university, hence the title. Just my observations put into words. The man in front of me is sitting on the same plastic chair Covered in awful colo...
Posted by on Wed, 30 May 2007 07:24:00 GMT |
