September 8, 2012 · by A.H.K Beaten eyes, and I don’t have a single memory of happiness. My shoes are holy. I don’t care. Not really. Bending these fingers, to type these words, and for what? To feel Everything. To feel alive. Running back to the woods. A dog running from trucks. Rain splash and gun shots… Continue reading Old Writing #11, ‘Hey I just wanted to ride a T-Rex”
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More Than Half Way There
Summer Notebook. August 9th 2014. Short Journalistic Piece called, More Than Half Way There. Written by Andrew H. Kuharevicz. This isn’t really a short story. I don’t have the time right now to edit and put everything in quotations. Time is not working on my side. I am living outside and only have one hour… Continue reading More Than Half Way There
Digital Blinks 2014 #What is seen is all right there
Sand on feet. Dirt on hands. The birds fly out to sea. The last of the young bugs have hatched and summer is at the eleventh hour. Listen and a new notebook is inked as the tides fall towards my blood drawn veins. Words on pages featured in pictures are taken from the book, The Original… Continue reading Digital Blinks 2014 #What is seen is all right there
Notes about a story that may or may not exist.
summer of chaos. I got back into town on a motorcycle. This is what writers live for I said. I agree. No more words. Just darkness and speed and one single smoke. I didn't care. I just wanted to go home, and I knew it no longer was real, but I still went, because I had… Continue reading Notes about a story that may or may not exist.
Adventures In American Writing 