your ambient noises tear through the quiet of each thought. the small sniffing sounds, where snot may or may not exist; the slightly vocalized sigh, where moan and thought cross; the shift of fabric across smooth skin, pulling static through my earbuds; the dry scratch and pull of fingers through fine hair, I've adopted a … Continue reading Ambience


The Unnamed Black of Night

deep jet black evening I'm settled on a trampoline noting in my mind how the liquid in the air distills as if the mason jar of time, once filled with ice, is now sweating onto my skin slowing sound, slowing light, slowing the imaginary workers as they dig permanent creases along my mouth; I'm feeling … Continue reading The Unnamed Black of Night

What’s Beautiful

It's the comedown of it all. the after splash, falling back, air rushing out of faux down, feeling the thought rush in, remembering that sweat is a response to heat not a cause of it. That natural occurrences are sometimes all that are needed to peel our psyche away from the glass of existence and … Continue reading What’s Beautiful

Collapsed Within Time

Something beautiful and unexpected happens When two souls press together, Some part of time loosens it's grip and, If bouth souls are quick enough, They can press away from the vice of each tick. Pursuing for several undefined units of measurement, something beautiful and lasting. Something soft and unspoken. A cloud, [or what one imagines … Continue reading Collapsed Within Time

The Pearl Against The Gloss

you do your make-up well you know? it’s hard to say exactly how or why I “know” that but there’s something that is artistic in the way that you have your face done up. it makes the flick of your eyes, the way I see them move across someone else’s face, studying endlessly the subtle … Continue reading The Pearl Against The Gloss

Half-way Through a Bottle of Wine

Damn oh HOT DAMN! it's the beats the quick soft beats that seem to pad at your brain that's all I've got for it, all I've got for it, All I've got and it fades with time like pressing the blood from a hickey and it's sexy like shoulder freckles like eyelashes like bunny teeth … Continue reading Half-way Through a Bottle of Wine