Father. Husband. Aspiring fiction writer. Observer of life.
birds flap their way south leaves flutter in fading light cold air welcomes night
By Sawyer Kuhlabout a year ago in Poets
Is it Superman? Well, it's not a bird or plane. But there's no such thing.
Sitting silently on the earth. Greenness. Suddenly loud buzzing, but buzzing isn’t the right word. Bees buzz. Vibrating phones buzz. Hair-clippers buzz. It’s kind of the same thing.
You probably know about The Cyclist. Maybe you've seen him on TV or online. The hero crusading for bikers and pedestrians everywhere.
By Sawyer Kuhlabout a year ago in Fiction
You gave so much when we were a pair. I hope your next lover gives you: Herpes, agita, trouble, heart ache, chlamydia
You're the best thing to happen to me. intimate friend, lover, partner. Burning passion. But then you stopped being there. Our flame
You cheated on me with my rival. I can not forgive you this time. I don’t understand why him, He is not a good guy. You will find hurt, too.
By Sawyer Kuhl2 years ago in Poets
Ugh! Jeff looked through the glass and then at the clock. Nothing had changed in the past 30 seconds. There was one minute left.
By Sawyer Kuhl2 years ago in Fiction
I bit the red fruit, it tasted so good, trickling juice down my young chin. I spit the seeds far. A tired, dirty, happy kid.
Myself, writing this poem about how much I hurt you and how I miss you so much. It sucks. Fuck. This is weird. I thought about
Did I buy this for too much she asks but I don’t know the answer Love is tough.
we constructed a rock damn. Under a living sky stretching across the river, he swam.
