by Jason T. Kocher January 10th, 2010 - Creative » Writing »
We hear a muddled voice, speaking in rhythm and de facto secrecy, repeating…memorized lines…a religious act…or an act of mild mannered madness.
Blues and greys fading to black fill the blanks of the walls, a small white bed somewhere in center.
A Victorian nonchalance hangs in the air as it does in her hair, brunette curls sleeping, a dress [...]
by Jason T. Kocher November 27th, 2009 - Creative » Witty Bit Eruptions »
Of free will…my thoughts argue against and prove it true…my actions for and false…all a pleasure…to what may be…the senses.
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.