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Rocks render ripples when tossed into pools or lakes. Whether blue or black, the surface is disturbed, changed, by the b..

Longing. The absence of the other. The sense of the absence of the other. An other. Another. Not there. ..

Disillusion: the bringing of a sharp light focus into what was until now a happy haze. that the haze could crystal iz..

There was a lot of fuss and adrenalin already in just getting the ticket: a passport of paper and prismic print that ..

When thunder r u m b l e s and sh a ke s the floor, and thevibrationsalert my feet to the storm, a small anxiety possesses..

The door is closed inside the dark corridor. I hear my footsteps sound in the empty. In the fashion of caverns tha..

I stumblewhenIwalkbehindyou because I’m tripping over the stones you kicked up. Too busy watching you, I fail to ..

The sea is dark I cannot separate water from air around me or in my lungs. Salt coming in salt coming out. The roar so ..

The alchemist pours into the crucible blood and wine and the ash of last night’s burned bed. With a deft and icy finger he stir..

My words fall from my hollow mouth. The jumbled rumble stumbles forth in an ineloquent crumble of ill-intentions (W..