Explorations of a variety of subjects in genres ranging from poetry, stories, thoughts and art. The dot republic catalogues the selected art of Mitchcow and the writings of Armand. We hope you find a piece that resonates with you. Support us through buying a coffee with the button in the bottom right corner.
Thought-provoking blogging.
A Stream
I was awake with third-quartered living, barely operating,barley and hops wrote my fate in my gut, in my stoolsfloating in a pool of yellow-brown liquid, barely operatingmy mindfucked state of...
The lonely times, re-adjusting to a post-modern society
As the post-modern world continues to envelope more people, our drift away from the security of modernism continues to worsen the contradictions and in particular the hypocrisies of today. The most...
Surgeon
Another hour clocked away, The sounds of the operating room stiffened: Only the snip, slit and clicks of tools revealing more tissue Patient and determined faces eyeing the opened chest. Half hidden...
Run in with an old friend
The crowded room buzzed with young evenings’ patrons. Beer glasses joined white wine, spirits and cocktails in a line of slowly sipped glassware. Yellow lights luminated the carpeted floor and now,...
Spying inwards with closed eyes
Imagine a stillness so solemn As to freeze matter despite deep warmth;Conjured from gentle massages,The universe running fingers over its temple,Feeling knots, the universe careens each knot Working...
Boom Bitch
You naughty, dirty bomb. You’re an atomic thot, when you burn, my God it gets hot. Your curves protrude matching your threatening attitude. Your tits glow uranium green, you irradiate me,...
