Writing

FRUITS OF FOLLY

A Book by Pensman

An experimental novel the purpose of which is to speed up fast reading, and enable easier comprehension of texts written in normative language.

Sluicesongs Along the Fieldpath

A Book by RomeroNYC

Poems influenced by several historical and quite personal disasters. Intermingled into a clashing of images in a higly rhythmic language

Snowfall

A Poem by RomeroNYC

1. Pale moon; Dove colored Bloodless in despair. You wear my mother’s white dress; Demure in an innocence of l..

A Game of Whist

A Story by Malenkov

Little Story; Big Fact. A Memoir story about a mother’s unwilling incarceration by her mother into a mental hospital.

Punk Hazard

A Story by Sapho

Wisdom from a broken punk. His eyes are sunken and his skin is ashy and pale. Those cracked lips haven't met food in a while nor has he bathed that li..

It is on Sale!

A Story by Sapho

I have my apprehensions about talking to the salesman but I have to for work. There is something about his suspicious toothy grin, long pointy nose an..

Ink and Paint

A Story by Sapho

The pungent, unholy smell of urea and chemicals wafted into my face the very moment I opened his door. How this painter has been surviving in this poo..

Devil's Crossroads

A Story by Sapho

I finally caught up with the urchin. Today, he seems less hostile to me. Once you get past the smell and rags, I feel like there is a tragedy worth t..

Tomorrow's Edge

A Story by Sapho

What just happened?

Mary Magdalene

A Story by Sapho

The fruit of Eden was an unparalleled beauty and lust. The stories don't do her hypnotic waist and supple chest justice. It is a shame I can't have he..

Anatoly Bugorsky/All His Soft Tissues

A Poem by Aneurin

Meant as an experiment with cut-up poems, and the way burroughs writes prose and punctuates in "the ticket that exploded" and "wild boys". just f*****..

Mirror Shards Sputtered

A Poem by Apollo

Random poem I made out of being out of touched with who I am whenever my reflection follows me in the mirror. It's about how estranged and copy & past..

Be bitten or be the wolf

A Poem by The Unknown Sith

...the blood clot....

Foam-lush

A Poem by Anne Martin

This started as AI, but was heavily edited by me to its present form. AI's don't understand partial thoughts, fragmentary meaning, kaleidoscopes of wo..