Losing to darkness
She picked pomegranates warm from the sun. The stains on her gown, like blood on the bed sheets, have dried. She walked on the glass we had broken. Blood-let and […]
Category Archives: Real Toads
Untitled document
I am untitled I love hiding in fog I am unfogged, loving title of I? I am hiding in love Un-fog-titled I. Am I in fog? Hiding, Led in tit-love. […]
Her story
Dissolving in blood-blossomed verse, her syllables stirred me lightly to passion, swayed me to music of scents, cinnamon, cardamom, sage painting bluebells and forming in me, a heartbeat in sync […]
Corpus Delicti
Let’s plunge slowly to yearning into butterfly-basins; let’s share at least an esthesis of delicate corpus delicti; and if only this flutter of fervor lasts briefly, let’s waltz to the […]
Painful perfume
How petals of roses been wrung for its sensitive oil How apples been bruised, and plants been beaten to dust How ambergris carved from intestines of whales been blended with […]
