Crowley : Writing

Holbox Tres

Holbox Tres

A Poem by Crowley


Musings from Vacation
Holbox Dos

Holbox Dos

A Poem by Crowley


Musings from Vacation
Holbox Uno

Holbox Uno

A Poem by Crowley


Musings from vacation
Do Gooder

Do Gooder

A Poem by Crowley


You took the stairs to ease your guilty conscience After cocktails you told me it was “f*****g pointless” I dropped you off and told you..
Swipe Left

Swipe Left

A Story by Crowley


Him: Give me a bottle of scotch and a sunset, and I’ll show you the meaning of life. Her: I know the meaning of my life and it doesn’t..
Can I See Your Room?

Can I See Your Room?

A Story by Crowley


I awoke this morning to see that my globe had become small as a marble. My dictionary was open to the page where the word foreign would be and the d..
Goodbye my Love

Goodbye my Love

A Poem by Crowley


You think it's time that’s leaking But nothing is…leaking You are just becoming, unnecessary That’s not being mean, it's just th..
Idealistic Summer

Idealistic Summer

A Story by Crowley


This year’s answer...disenfranchisement. Last year’s answer...disenfranchisement. Every second, every day, every year...disenfranchise..
Posturing

Posturing

A Poem by Crowley


"What's wrong?" "Mincing words is a past time for you. By my calculations, we could have saved four hundred and thirty two hours in the last year a..
Finding Purchase

Finding Purchase

A Poem by Crowley


In transit That’s where my soul was, the first fifty years of my life When it arrived last Monday Packaged with an assortment of meat..