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Last One Roll your eyes like dice, and they keep rolling. Spinning along, watching all the pain sticking into your snake eyes. Slighting the..

The Tub is Overflowing Rinse and rewind. Play that part again, the one from eleven years ago, when a ten-year-old me was holding your thirty-fi..

Autumn Thoughts. I came here to walk at dusk and let the moon reflect off my teeth. I wanted to feel my heart beat and watch my brain sprout a ..

Florence Hundreds of heels clicking kissing cobblestone keeping time with a ruby accordion. Bride holding rhythm with Groom in the shadow of a ..

Philosophy of Scribbles This is the assumption of the pen to the paper rooted in the muscles that is pulling it across: this language has no t..

Burning of the Witch A film of smoke makes my reflection hazy as the stake burns beneath me. The end of my lips rise and I can't remember what..

Forgotten Silk Words from a previous pen shadow themselves like shy ghosts upon this wrinkled page. Food, flower and wine motivate the wordsmit..

Naked Storm Every sensual aspect caresses the night. The intoxicating scent of earth: moist and ready by the liquid that seeps into Her. Flash..

Emerging from Emptiness Seeing the sun after a decade of dim. Thunder throbbing my heart from the vibrations of your voice. Tingling takin..

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