Tags PostModern
ScarecrowA Book by HighBrowCultureSullivan Duckett, your post-modern America, fit with church and cheerios and TV and baseball. And he's so serious about everything... |
CornucopiaA Chapter by HighBrowCultureYou'll see... |
Happiness is a Warm GunA Chapter by HighBrowCultureChapter 2 of Scarecrow |
1st linesA Stage Play by ThePunkInTheWoodsWe are introduced to Mike, a devoted thespian who feels pressure from his friends about going to theatre college. |
Wikipedia Articles That Make Me Feel Suicidally De..A Poem by i am skeleton jellyhttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_presidential_election,_2012 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Post-World_War_II_economic_expans.. |
(no title)A Story by J. FosterSo I heard this quote the other day about dreams. After thinking about it later that day I wrote this short piece of fiction. |
A Psychedelic ExperienceA Story by J. Fostermy first psychedelic trip. an amazing experience. |
The Cloud BusA Story by Franzi LudovicoThe surreal and silly tale of a young Yorkshire lass who witnesses an epic battle between Paradise and Destruction. You know, as you do. |
Swimming LessonsA Poem by Anna AuelSpring is coming. I graduated in the spring. then the winter came with its fangs bared and spread like fingers. I stare at it still and.. |
Wheat Shot-NotsA Poem by Anna AuelThey shot me full of melatonin it burned me from the inside out. But sleep still won’t come, california dreamin’ of phantom evils .. |
Picture of SuccessA Poem by Anna AuelJumping off of the empire state building is not an appropriate use of resources: That would be going to architecture school (after that degree .. |
The Crunch of PeanutsA Poem by Anna Auela pity party in a paddle poolblood like geraniumfloweringblooming up and outI'm sorry when you chose this circusshell, that it was bowed and ganglyand.. |
small game huntersA Poem by Anna Auela poem inspired by Rilo Kiley's song "Portions For Foxes." |
Armored(illo)A Poem by Anna AuelTreasure seeker not a Treasure keeper slathered on the Skin-So-Soft smoothing my goal somewhere along the skin of things “I.. |
PermissionA Poem by Anna AuelI enlisted the services of a team of surgeonsto carve my heart outof this cavity"my community chest. With jabbing knives they cutand cut and cut an.. |
Happiness Is Just a WordA Poem by Anna AuelWho has energy for a live wire?That’s what he asks his friend.The sparks burn too much, she burns my love away. Money and bad sex and more mo.. |