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I am the contortionist. I crawl inside this little glass box, Flexible, bent, all out of shape. I stare at you, As you stare back at me, And I ..

This is my word of the day. or Three depending on how you look at it.

… Gentle rush of rolling waves, Saltine scent our vacant beach, Sticky air our burnt warm feet. Her ..

Can I crawl into your arms And fall asleep tonight, Wake up and let your face be my sun, Your lips, the gentle rays, Breathing me to life. Ca..

Just a strange feeling I got today.

I will keep telling myself.

I am only slightly a storm. My gray clouds are gentle in their rumble, But fierce in their lightning strikes, Rapid,..

It’s like a game of whack-a-mole. Small children jump on fountain spouts before the cool water can over take them. I chuck..

The Moon Lady: A Vignette Adorned in a pastel pink gown, the Moon Lady mingles amonst the visitors. The foreigners watch in curio..

The Very Voice of Reason I listen to your voice of reason Like so many nights before, But tonight I fail to see ..