Being marbled
His hands were worst, pretending softness gently just before he formed my ribs. At least the rocks were honest, my womb of sorts, the secret script of being marbled me, […]
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Peace of gravel
Once a gravel caught inside a soldier’s shoe became a wound, that snowballed into pus and soon his gangrened limb, was cut, and thus the butterfly effect from stones was […]
Metamorphosis
In maypoled dreams, she waits with eyes alight for nights of fiddler’s tunes and flowers picked. Just like Pomona let herself from sleight of hand be led, she’s longing to […]
The answer is the not to be
When answers come today it’s not to be a thin white duke, a purple prince; a year the music died (again); in haze it’s seen comparing to a summer’s day […]
Merging tributaries
You were my darkness, voids between explosions warmth of marbled flesh, blood in crosshaired wait. Our limbs were floods, a merge of tributaries, trickled beads on skin our wont. Our […]
