Published inScuzzbucket·PinnedMember-onlyA Social Affaira poem in the midst of a night of fire the flames of passionate fury rage at a crossroad where it’s never been more clear hell is a mere social…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
PinnedMember-onlyDorothy’s Wakea ‘short’ story feat. ‘Thom Pope’ I am lying in a motel bed ten miles southwest of Northfield, off route 12A, in a small town by the name of Patchwork; awaking from an eighteen-hour layabout off the cusp of rolling for which I feed off the drippings of acid. And…Fiction41 min readFiction41 min read
Published inScuzzbucket·13 hours agoMember-onlyThe Seasons Wepta poem go lightly for the feather breaks it’s stride and hides from blustery weather what change it makes and so must i for all the fall awakens it’s pressure…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inScuzzbucket·5 days agoMember-onlyThe Haunting of an Adult Son by their Deceased Mothera poem our experiences are relative; be it the sexually destroyed, the irreparably wounded; of stabs and burns the cask of sorrow burrows deep — that is our pain is…Poem1 min readPoem1 min read
Published inScuzzbucket·Aug 25Member-onlyThisa poem the walls are caving in they said i do it to myself i’m a shadow in the corner there’s nothing left to sell nothing going on the mind …Poem1 min readPoem1 min read
Published inScuzzbucket·Aug 19Member-onlyTomorrow Brings A Curea poem — i’m falling into pieces with these pills i take it’s not what you’re thinking i’ve made a mistake food’s become revolting it bolsters heat flashes sleep’s a forgotten pastime my…Poem1 min readPoem1 min read
Published inScuzzbucket·Mar 1Member-onlySuch Is The Citya poem A dizzying step throws me Lays me, lays me down to rest In the throes of the waters breast Throws me from the harbors edge Where I choke on my chilled breath Take me, take me home You’ve followed this far And you’ll follow once more Two narrows…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inScuzzbucket·Jan 9Member-onlyDamned Troublinga poem They said: “Don’t pursue your dreams, darling; They’ll see you staring down a pipe at what could be while reminded it never will, see you paying for a pack of cigarettes with forty quarters, a nervous smile, and an oft repeated apology, your partner out the door with…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published inScuzzbucket·Aug 13, 2022Member-onlyNote From The Deceaseda poemPoem1 min readPoem1 min read
Published inThe Power of Poetry·Aug 8, 2022Member-onlyTellermana poem Tellerman will be right with me to see me through their french door, Beggerman I am to ask a dollar nothing more, Greased hands espresso stain on cuffs with links of gold, Tellerman, your pity please in this sick-face life of I. The tat worn to the bone…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
