Tag: poetry
It’s a hell of a lot of work. Can I please go home now? Interview and words from Kurt Vonnegut
some words…
after I smoke a smoke and contemplate killing myself. AND YOU KNOW WHAT? It's OK to say what everybody thinks once in a while. It's OK not to be happy. The world is on fire, You know it, I know it, and awe chucks Mr., well yeah, They've always known all about it. Lets not play duck duck goose for the civility really… Continue reading some words…
Afternoon Warm Up, Typing up some old words from old writers. #1
(From, On The Road, by Jack Kerouac A part of the book that is real, funny, and something every poor traveler can relate to, hunger. Also, I did this for practice, typed it up, and took some liberties with structure for fun.) ["But this aint the road to Canada, this is the road to Pittsburg and Chicago "… Continue reading Afternoon Warm Up, Typing up some old words from old writers. #1
It doesn’t matter if you’re ready or not
Remember when I crashed the car? I backed up and nothing, and there was this smell; the car was growling like a mad dove. There wasn't even any pain, at least not physically, but mentally, the same anger that I tried to run away from year after year, and it came to this point, to the fire,… Continue reading It doesn’t matter if you’re ready or not
Adventures In American Writing 