her, I

Spiraling to soil in deep, concentric circles,Yesterday's words seem to bloom asDaffodils or Sunflowers- Roses left unattended,Neatly kept under glass hoods, waiting patiently for years;Every new syllable seems to drip with intoxicating sensualityYes, a soft whisper for two: felt and never heard

Humor I Guess…

it's funny it's some kind of joke, a sick, laughing matter- when I think about my romantic hang-ups, I don't think about the anger, the painted pain and numbing drugs; I don't think about the venom, the magical manipulations; I don't think about the pitfall, the sudden drop out of love; I don't think about … Continue reading Humor I Guess…

One foot

One foot dissipated spread between the fingers like jelly and sweet powdered peanuts whipped in oil Thrown like a wishful penny into a shallow puddle layered slowly beneath the oily asphalt some summer monsoon one foot and three thousand miles such an arbitrary distance memories fade in and out like a fever the taut duvet … Continue reading One foot

Thinking Inkly: Looking For You, Wherever You Are

It's difficult to sit down and just write anything. there are confines, rules, set regulations that come to the tips of the fingers when one deems it time to create. It's as if something immediately wedges itself between the keyboard and the brain. And what's between the keyboard and you? I can't quite say. Infinite … Continue reading Thinking Inkly: Looking For You, Wherever You Are

Letter From A Star

And I will keep for longer than your soul has patience for, for longer than what the body that you have now has said or determined as its limit. My essence has traveled, Will travel, Past what you consider your immediate space. I am a writer and you are the reader, in some respects; in … Continue reading Letter From A Star