January 17, 2015

January 17, 2015

Micropoem

The Swim

I dove into a streamlet Not accounting its depth, All of a sudden — SNAP — My neck, What the …

Quadrilew Quatrain

Cockroaches

You’re dead on your bed, As cockroaches come in. They devour your head, Like a drunk drinking gin. As cockroaches …

Flash Fiction

One Boring Summers Eve

One boring summers eve, it was time to try a little TV. I flicked off the light, turned on the …

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