Category: writing

  • inspired by a random photo of the Oscar Mayer wienermobile & my deeply artistic mindWhat if we kissed in the Oscar Mayer wienermobile and we got so into it that we accidentally started the wienermobile and it moved forward, lurching through the city streets like an ungodly worm while two humans writhe inside? What then?-rjm

  • a gray morninga quiet streeti stare out the windowand imagine i have wingsleaves dance in the gutter fat raindrops dot the pavementseven hundred miles awaythe sun is shining-rjm