Beatnik Stories

of seismic homosexual incisions made in the brain of a 1950's nihilist

When Connie Parker and their twin Susan move back to DLC, Oskar Goldschmidt's biggest worry is that his old friend will recognize him, after they had a falling out years...

"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint...

I am trying to collect all my beat poetry and placing it in one collection here on Wattpad.

I wrote this at the age of 17 as a tribute to Allen Ginsberg's Howl

There's not enough words to talk about you, maybe there's not enough worlds to walk by your side I'm feeling like an old fence in a country road It's hard to explain, i...

sempre que amanhece, um mesmo sol nos vê diferente. somos crias de nossas escolhas e geramos mudanças constantemente. mudar não é pecado. tampouco amar.

A Short Story/Poem (?) that I have written; Slightly in a Beatnik style, mostly in "let's write everything down at once" style. It turned out pretty neat.

beach loneliness

Hello, hi. I'm not suicidal. These poems probably say otherwise, but I can assure you that I'm perfectly fine. And they're all mine so please dont steal

Poem

Mid 1953, New York. Charles is back at the American Diner with Carol. As they, and their friends, continue their rebel lifestyle, Jim Etcher returns to cause troubl...

I made love to a pocket of crumbs

I'm sure most have read the poem Howl by Allen Ginsberg. When I first read it, I understood it to be a lengthy and visceral description of that moment in time through hi...

Melissa (call her Liss) has just finished her first year of college, and bought a classic VW bus. Naturally, there's only one thing she wants to do: leave. General direc...

If the title didn't say it all read on. A collection of poems, other short works and random ideas with varying themes. Reader input is encouraged, oh and a "Hermite...

There's that space between your eyes and your brain, where these mad burnings just burn... You tell about it, and you're a mad man, or you're a sick man, or you're just...