Shouting With Hands

let me tell you let me tell you let me tell you diving into words deep into the phrases what resides somewhere within the true quiet morphemes and thinking now of a man who communicates with his hands told me a story once of a conference that he went to sitting among hundreds of other … Continue reading Shouting With Hands



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

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

Some form of Truth

Yes, yes I believe you. I believe that you're right. Even before you said that just now, I knew that what you were going to say would somehow resonate with me. I can't quite explain it, Consider it an intuition. Consider it a reverberating message from the universe. Consider it Something unspoken that lies in … Continue reading Some form of Truth

The Spectrum of Happiness

“are you an unhappy person?” [it seems like old friendships pay off well, they always seem to be the ones to bring up the most deadly questions.] “well. I don’t know.” “you don’t know?” “Yeah. I don’t know. What does it mean to be unhappy?” “like to be in a constant state of discontent, to—“ … Continue reading The Spectrum of Happiness

Infinite Pieces of Your Soul

“I just want to find that… thing, y’know?” “kid, you’re not going to ever find it.” “what do you mean? Why do you always lack faith in me? Why is there this secret part of you that always wants to push my desires down my throat?” “Because kid, you’re young. You’re filled with too many … Continue reading Infinite Pieces of Your Soul