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And we hold our breath Down deep we go Staring into one another’s eyes Deeper still We exhale and fall To the bottom Holding on Into the abyss ..

a fictional story of mine: where the MC has just received bad news.

subway screeches; a dead stop. masses pour up and out toward smoked pretzel’d chestnuts; chasing black soak’d, slimy -city street..

Inspired in part by, Gustav Klimt's The Kiss

Inspired by memories of my youth.

After a night of poetry, burlesque performance art at my neighborhood cafe on Staten Island.

looking out her window she rises; young and bright as a new day. her image inspires to overwhelm reality. i, a dusty old relic, ha..

bells on the door ring. she lets me in early, off the cold street. pulling me in, she twists the lock back in place. i blow into..

Surrender is sweet Revenge is eating fire Forgiveness is the most nutritious banquet Resentment is drinking poison in order to put ou..

a naive pilgrim I am new to this place. here, set in an age, not of my time a world foreign to me and I to it. out of ..