Hawksmoor : Writing

PINK POCKET-PT II

PINK POCKET-PT II

A Story by Hawksmoor


“Water,” said the woman as she forced a cold glass into the man’s trembling hand. On her face was a look of mingled pity and dis..
PINK POCKET- PT I

PINK POCKET- PT I

A Story by Hawksmoor


A pair of boots up a rickety set of stairs in the evening's shadows. Critch. Critch. Critch. A man's deep and sad sigh fell into the world, ..
FLIGHT FROM WET RAYS & PALM TREES

FLIGHT FROM WET RAYS & PALM TREES

A Poem by Hawksmoor


The voices of consciousness They will one day speak “You did it, but you failed making it count.” “More than enough time, but n..
ACTION!

ACTION!

A Story by Hawksmoor


How should I know where this came from? I just listen to the voices in my head.
STILLBORN

STILLBORN

A Story by Hawksmoor


Lou Gehrig's Disease. The familiar man in the long and pretentious white coat, who also wore thick and comicalspectacles, used what I assumed to be..
RECEIVER

RECEIVER

A Story by Hawksmoor


Pick up the phone.
PUFF: PT. I

PUFF: PT. I

A Story by Hawksmoor


Who would've ever thought that world warfare would take a turn for the ridiculously horrific in the 21st Century? Little Boy and Fat Man poured ter..
DANCE OF THE HOPEFUL HOPELESS

DANCE OF THE HOPEFUL HOPELESS

A Stage Play by Hawksmoor


I saw this show the other night that pissed me off beyond words, you see...
HAS IT ALL BEEN FOR NAUGHT?

HAS IT ALL BEEN FOR NAUGHT?

A Stage Play by Hawksmoor


What happened to this place? It isn't, BY A LONG SHOT, even a shadow of its former self. Where's the life and the light? Where are the manic and ins..
GRAZED

GRAZED

A Poem by Hawksmoor


I brushed my palm across dry cacti today And there they were, The welts Performing in lined flesh like irritated pathways to individual alterna..