Author: Fatesjoke

You want your Bible, I want my sanity. God is your pill, your drug to make the sky blue and the heavens bright, at the cost of your clarity, your peace of mind, my piece of mind sees the smoke and the mirrors. Logic fails God, reason fails religion and those failures are your convictions, …

A man sits looking out a window. He sits in a chair. The window sits in a wall. Looking out the window he sees a yard full of green grass with trees casting shadows and beyond, a street. But as he stares out at the world, all he can see are scenes from their past, …

She sits drinks her drink sees the table beneath her empty glass remembers the day when her glass was never empty She sits wishes for another chance at the youth she wasted chasing attention down dark alleys mornings spent trying to piece together the night She sits feeling something something different and new she cannot …

She dyed her hair again, as if red would chase away the memory of his touch that dark night in the park. A fountain throws water high up into the sky, I imagine it evaporating before it falls back down to join the rest of its self. The water mixes with my thoughts, high in …

obscene gesticulations mechanical revelations profane observations      and you were right at home blackened eye bruised thigh anguished cry      still you came for me sleepless nights passionate fights surrendered rights      everything you ever asked for consensual abuse emotional misuse pain let loose      the answers that you sought forcing you to stand your ground discarding every excuse …

With the bitterness of the cold north wind, with fluid grace through the warm summer air, she wrote her last words, a message to send. With the tears falling, all that she could care now words on paper, written with a fair, steady hand and a tender, broken heart. The minutes passed slowly, none left …

I co-wrote this piece, it is not mine alone. “I am always told how empty I am, described as a desperate man always seeking water. Maybe because I seek not the drink but the reflection.” ~Narcissus But he too was seeking more than the quench of thirst, perhaps the quiet of the soul. Seeking to …

It all began with dragons and lost love along the muddy river banks. Like so many other things, it was never intended to be what it became. The soothing touch of hand and tongue, the warming comfort of word and thigh. Knowing isolation does not mean being alone, and that all hearts heal when care …

A friend once threw a dart at me with enough conviction for the tip to pass through my cheap blue jeans and embed itself an inch into my leg he was spun out on meth, it was day 3 of 5, he hadn’t looked where the dart was going I admire his resolve, his follow …

I watched the cucumber resting on top of the ice, floating on top of the water, filling the tall glass sitting on the table in front of me. I watched the ice melt, and the vegetable slice fall to the bottom of the glass. I thought of you, and the love for each other that …