What Are The Odds?

So she gambled with her compulsion, writing down the words and words that flowed over her mind and out through her fingers   Brought there by whatever she saw and heard, and felt by the people she met and the people she lost   Then she bet it all sent the barely-fledged works to sell […]

Bukowski loved crazy women

On days like these When I feel fickle and paranoid and overwhelmed, When my well-modulated voice strikes a brittle note, When my feet forget how to dance, And my soul feels stunted and petulant, When I can’t even fake stable or attractive – On days like these I remind myself That Bukowski would have really […]