Its midnight. Or rather midnight has passed on and the first phase of the day has already started. Its is rather funny to say day when the view outside consists of darkness and more darkness punctuat...
Sunset-1 Another day, another sun- -setttingOil spilt diamondsrefracting rainbow slicksacross shallow shoalsof patchy cloud
My sister is a strange creature. She alternates between calling me "tublet" and pulling my cheeks to actually getting pissy when I cant spend enough time with her. (The latter I dont quite bl...
lifego cage othersdo not bother medeathi’ll follow youtill eternityAn old manat gloamingface turned towardsthe dimming sununabashedly weeps -pain twisted wrinklesplay hide and seek in rayed shadows- ...
I havent written a prose piece in a very long time. It seems strange to be writing in full sentences instead of the truncated verse line that I prefer. But theres a completeness to the form that poet...
He wasnt you. No.Definitely not. Flashes though, a turn of phrase,an expression, that half admiring half quizzicalnot quite sure glance.He wasnt you. No. Absolutely not.
Watch the fire burn through the rainturn to smoke concentrate pool and dipcover my anklesswathe me in woolBlock the flamesI burn.
There is Nothing left to say Do, die for. Tears have been Shed, dried, and storedFor future use. The commiseration, Smiles not quite sure Of where they belongHanging fire, and then some. Its all done...
HomeI am home again, Rainwashed, purpledStrung jewelled squirts Whitepinkfuschiaorangerustturm ericAnd green- the emerald vividness of Bevelled facets, the moss of velvet teasingly spreadSpikes and fr...
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