Lure of the lady
The pale lady sings with nightshady voice of lethe and less as slowly you sink in her marble embrace. The pale lady stings with syringe and blood as slowly you […]
After a death
Don’t blame the night for darkness or the rattling bones; it’s not from dusk your blood is shed not from shadows that your ache is born. this blackness didn’t cause […]
Back in Vienna again
Vienna had changed for the better, the colors were brighter but the shadows were still as deep. Pulling down the fedora he lits a cigarette. Contract killing is mostly waiting, […]
Thinking of acorns
I try to hold on to the acorn without thinking how gravity pulls it from tree and how it falls into soil, how it hopes to spur roots, to be […]
Bedsheets
This intimate night is dear to the silver of moon-spill on bedsheets, to the manners of starlight to perfume of sensitive skin; this intimate night has been gifted to us […]
