Father. Husband. Aspiring fiction writer. Observer of life.
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 Kuhl7 days 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.
By Sawyer Kuhlabout a month ago in Poets
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
By Sawyer Kuhl2 months ago in Poets
Did I buy this for too much she asks but I don’t know the answer Love is tough.
By Sawyer Kuhl3 months ago in Poets
we constructed a rock damn. Under a living sky stretching across the river, he swam.
She opened her eyes. 8:30! Why didn't mom wake her? Wait. . . She dashed to the window and peeked through the blinds. The backyard was covered in powdery whiteness.
By Sawyer Kuhl3 months ago in Fiction
They'll never find me. This drawer is a death sentence. There's all sorts of crap in here. None of it is ever coming back out.
Always look both ways when you cross the street. Believe. In yourselves. In each other. That there's good in the world. Care. Care about whatever you want, but be passionate, not indifferent.
Andrew. ADHD. Athletic. Brynn. Bitchy. Camryn. Chill. Can't count. Doug. Dense. Doesn't do didley. Ethan. Everything's easy.
After Death. Before Life. Chaos. Don't you know it's all the same? Everything is nothing. Finite thinking Gets you nowhere.
"Do you want to dance?" "No way." She laughed, ran away. She danced with him though.
By Sawyer Kuhl6 months ago in Poets
"How's your mom doing?" "Um, this is her funeral." What could he say then?