Potential Pt. 2
I lay on my unmade bed and admired all the women tacked to the wall. Over three years, I’d been…
Category: Original Lit
Flirting with Revolution
It was hot again. Why did it have to be hot again? It was the second week of September. Where…
Artistically Expressed, Black Renaissance, and more from Al Brown
Strung together ever so gracefully and harmoniously entangled were the clothing laid out before me. What a creative sight. I…
Potential Pt. 1
Other guys drew cartoon characters with huge, floppy genitals or whatever model of car they wanted even more than the…
Blonde Android Shutdown
I was afraid of myself. This fear had chased me for a very long time. It was a fear that…
Jack the Crow, All Gone, and Other Poems
My father used to have a talking crow named Jack; at least, that’s what he told me. Maybe that’s why…
Late Night Sonnet
Of what is nothing made but a bed of wild And idle flowers? The fractal petal bent Around the cusp…
An Ode to Extreme Midget Wrestling
It was Saturday night and it was, literally, the best thing going on in the beat-up, dusty, old town. The…
Long Time Gone
His face was scarred, the flesh of his forehead, cheeks and chin ravaged with the lesions of time and self-indulgence.…
Seeing Through the Facade
The time to choose is approaching for the one to lead the people, but with lies and illusion invading our…