Father. Husband. Aspiring fiction writer. Observer of life.
No time to think. The man with the knife was coming toward her. I charged him. First thought: Get in his way! Easy. Second thought: Knock the knife away!
By Sawyer Kuhl3 years ago in Fiction
"Are you okay?" his secretary asked. "Um, yeah. I'm amazing," he said. "Well, you sounded like you were dying." "No, the opposite of that. I never felt more alive."
I wanted to say something to her. She seemed so alone and weak. I wanted to tell her that it would be okay. That she's not alone.
She remembers when she was young, she liked to touch his beard, her fingers whispering across his face, his stubble bumpy, uneven,
By Sawyer Kuhl3 years ago in Poets
To whom it may concern (you know who you are), I'm tired of you always telling me what to do. You think you're so smart.
A chopping, whirring noise slammed in Barry's ears as he tried to remember where he was. Someone was yelling something. "Put this on!"
He hears her hollering hello. Him: Howdy! Her: Happy hippos hump hourly. Huh? He hates her hair. Hidden hurt, hesitation.
We went where we weren't wanted, Without waiting. When we walked, we would watch windows. Weird waiters whispering with wonderful women.
My many moon memories may make my mother mad. Mean men must murder mosquitos making melted mud molasses.
Karate kids kick. Killer kangaroos keep. Kind knights knife. Kooky kings kiss. Karate kids kick killer. Kangaroos keep kind knight's knife.
Life is crazy, there is no doubt, Nobody knows just what it's about. It's loopy and loony, sometimes a bit weird, Who knows what will happen, but it's not to be feared.
They thought the girl postal worker was ever so hot. Never on time, they missed her a lot. How they longed for her to show them that box.
