by Jason T. Kocher March 20th, 2009 Creative » Poetry »
I stick a match stabbed the middle of my eye Squinting… and wincing… and winking… I strike it and watch it burn down… to the licking… lapping… wick… of my self It sputters and splinters and sizzles out And without evidence continues something more
by Jason T. Kocher March 2nd, 2009 Creative » Reference »
Stunt Cock n: a waxen inorganic copy of your body into which your consciousness may be placed in order to more recklessly experience the violence of life without fear of breaking the good china. “Like a penis on the wart of life, I employed my self within a stunt cock to fearlessly order delivery.”
by Jason T. Kocher February 23rd, 2009 Creative » Writing »
I stayed up far too late last night and as it faded into day the owls that live deep inside my head hooted that it would be best for me to go to the Hellgate Post Office…NOW! Yes…the Hellgate Post Office. You DO NOT question the owls. Standing in line for the second time because […]
by Jason T. Kocher February 18th, 2009 Creative » Artsy »