POST OFFICE ~ Charles Bukowski
‘It began as a mistake’ commences the alter-ego of Bukowski - Henry Chinaski, and before I knew where I was heading, I was at a Christmas in 1952 with…
‘It began as a mistake’ commences the alter-ego of Bukowski - Henry Chinaski, and before I knew where I was heading, I was at a Christmas in 1952 with…
WARNING: DO NOT READ THIS BOOK . . . . . . IF YOUR HEART IS WEAK. Of all contemporary male YA writers, John Boyne has this peerless style which…
When I was in school, my epic English teacher said that my writing was innate, unrefined, startling and some other vocabulary that he used to justify himself as an English…
Feels good to commence writing on blog once again :)
Of dreams, for better or worse, Decaying feelings must be expressed in words; A fleeting desire that no one else could have, Intertwining shadows stare my avant-garde vows. …
The train flocked like sheep of Jesus, overabundant & with no sense of direction . It was 1 AM and I was approaching home in couple of hours, my left…
Another day full of disappointment was in progress, as usual. It had been 3 months since my last big scandalous trip in South. In between, of course, there were nights…
From the wet dawn To the smog in mountain, Where beggar's pilgrim And an action has no reaction. Doomed is the man Who never knew his home Searched for salvation…
Fierce sun loomed over Enlightening the darkest Corners at the dawn, In street downbeat Alone I walked to desolation As my last destination. Nobody to speak or care I…
What my education calls the world is barely even a droplet of an ocean, at first this trip appeared like sunshine & rainbows. A little boy named train travelling around…