by Jason T. Kocher April 25th, 2009 Creative » Poetry »
The smell of rust flavored grass sand not yet glass A dew through hair moved by dubbed wind matching my musk Bare knees absent mind unkempt thoughts not kept Two eyes look back miss each other and keep going We are All Right.
by Jason T. Kocher April 16th, 2009 Creative » Writing »
Clearly…a butter lamb… The Book of Me on Easter 2009 translated through a warbly rough Vox Continental. I awoke that morning…to find the rock rolled away from the entrance to the cave, and my lord Jesus Christ naked, smeared with mud…leaves twisted into bunny ears on top of his head…a half-crazed, half-pained look in his […]
by Ratchet April 4th, 2009 Creative » Artsy »
by Jason T. Kocher March 31st, 2009 Creative » Artsy »
What’s it all mean then?
