The weekly-updated and official blog of unofficial author John Dowda. I write literary fiction of varying lengths and genres, as well as poetry and screenplays. Currently, I'm seeking publication for any of my short stories or as-yet-unfinished novels.
[Poem] Bastard Livings
Drastic measures and ornery cupboards and lean-tos and cornrows and souvenir mileage and cabernet pistols and equestrian screams and composted tomorrows and virgin puppetry and alas! alas! the last little minotaur and androgyn meteors and old soup and lost names and fire breadlings and "Follow that cab!" and pagan beverages and cancer and limos and the floor is lava and bankers with tall hats and greyed-out masters and dropping acid and single-file lines and breakfast in Hell and smoker's cough and he's got a gun.
The brains are everywhere now,
Crackling with Leviticus and gingersnaps,
Their ceilings collapsed,