My second collection of poetry is now available.
+ more bio informationDarkness fell over his eyes as night descended once more upon his mind. His brain became opaque to all thoughts and he squinted maliciously. All his nerve endings and his skin seared in flaming agony. And then, all for him was lost. A flash of cold and goose flesh rippled across the whole of his body. His eyes jolted open wi... More..
Poetry, quite intrinsically, based on what it is, can only come from the heart. Poetry is about feeling and emotion and how things are in the world of the writer. That having been said, introductory, I am not insinuating that the mind plays no part in the overall process. After all, without the mind the syntax and meter and g... More..
I have no wealth of soulI am not rich of heartnor do I covet any treasurelying in wait on false hopeand those hollow promises you have madeyour book is not goodas many sayit is but lies and deceitand treacheryall your masks disgust meas you make your wicked followersyour blessed one'sand they worship you in their courtsand ha... More..
As an unfortunate observation, I suppose it is true that there is little room in this world for fantasy stories. One may assume a plethora of different reasons. The simplest and most basal of these may well be the fact that as we stand as a culture and country we are predisposed to the realities of profit, money, corporations... More..
As a father to three wonderful children at or under the age of seven (I have twin boys) I would very robustly say that I am an advocate for all day kindergarten. My boys, being seven, have already successfully completed their first year of school. At that time our district only had half-day classes. As my wife and I both work... More..
Poetry is not hard to define. Poetry is everything and everyone. It is every moment that all persons hold. The virtual inability to define it is what DOES define it. A novel, long-winded and oft-times overly descriptive, is easy to define as it concerns itself with the creation and path of a singular group of characters. Imag... More..
the bluebird singsits rainbow songas the clouds stormtheir sunshine dropletson the exterior sideof the window of lifespeaking to lavenderflowers bathinglike kittens playingin green sugary grassesof autumns steel warmthas the cockroaches concentratedto invade the dusty palaceof post nuclear planet earth More..
As a simple statement, it is not really hard for the consumption of grain alcohols to become a daily ritual with most people. As an example, I give you myself. For the past twelve years of my life (minus the last 10 days and a brief hiatus in the local jail; drunk driving of course) I drank daily. Some days it was quite heavy... More..
from the first day I saw the besieged forestbrown twisted and dyingI felt akin to it some how, some wayshadowy and crumblingdust soon enoughas the insects ate at thembelly-crawling and gnawingand I stood therein the midst of their decaying hallsarms outstretchedbegging the bugs to attach to meand insert their teeth into my fl... More..
People work to earn money. I have yet, in my thirty-one years, ever come across anyone who works for the fun of it. People work to make money, plain and simple. In America there are essentially two types of business; big and small. I will evaluate both of these with respect to their employees and the influence of money as a m... More..
Thomas Kurkoski
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