Fire Works
Once so happy. They, a family, a future. gone … Sean caressed Milla’s soft hair. She was their daughter, not just hers. He had rights too. He closed her bedroom […]
Monthly Archives: August 2016
Werewolf journey
I’m a grin that leaves you twisted raving mad in shimmer as you dance lunatic, moon-lulled melting for my silver spilled. Jarred, you twist and skip, when nauseous green, you […]
This is not a love story
Sometimes the moon decides to walk the streets, pretending she’s a hooker. Once I watched her starstruck, hips a-swaying pulling tricks on astronauts; her skimpy dress kept slipping up her […]
Fade in fall
The way in fall what leaves becomes your urge to stay. It briefly fireworks, in yellow, crimson, blood, before it fades. It’s like that postcard sent from Côte d’Azur, apologizing […]
Another megafauna
Once it swayed with serpent tongue in search of moths, the giant sloth, with nothing more to offer than to slowly be a lunchtime snack for yet an aging smilodon, […]
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