Wormhole to Eden
“The stars look different today” you gasped and wrapped your hungry thighs around my waist; “I think we passed its furthest edge”; I graced your lips; unzipped your silver suit; […]
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Incense and innocence
Christmas smelled like tangerine, fire placed and slowly peeled, while waiting in a whiff of resin roast and firewood; and from the woods a hint of moss and mulch. The […]
Sleeping with death
When darkness tiptoed through our streets, we shut the windows, blocked the doors before they knocked. “This night is death”, you cried, “it stabs my gut”. We listened to the […]
Black and blacker
When darkness tiptoed through our streets, we shut the windows, blocked the doors before they knocked. “This night is death”, you cried, “it stabs my gut”. We listened to the […]
Loneliness is not a void
Your loneliness is not a weightless void it’s not the darkness of a hollowed heart. Your loneliness is lead and plans destroyed, it’s blood and bones, the undertaker’s cart. Your […]
