Voices That Speak of Dread
I walk with voices that speak of dread Surviving death blows inside my head All the while my feet are
Experimental literature and art
I walk with voices that speak of dread Surviving death blows inside my head All the while my feet are
This installment is a creative prose presentation. I had a lot of fun with this part of the novel. It
“Did it seem like that the car that just passed did so with a sort of purposeless intent just to
I used to see the way you looked at me sometimes you would stop and stare like the sun would
Solo performance of existentialist, working class song by a dude in his early 50s playing electric guitar in his underwear.
Dietrich’s Adventures in Dentistry by RJHoffman I got an email reminder today from a dentist I saw six years ago
The Song of Justice Dennert by RJHoffman Her: What keeps you scraping along? Me: What keeps you being so happy?
Won’t you come daughter my son doesn’t come and see me I can’t see the sun and I lost everyone