Questions for Winter Building its sequined dune against the garden door — Can snow sense the futility of accumulation? Does ice dream of melting into the earth’s arms? Hydrangea plays possum on dead wood Brittle sky offers an empty bowl... Continue Reading →
Morning Constitutional 8 a.m., the old couple strolls by my house on their way back from the beach as they do every day at precisely this time. Watching them pass by is as much a part of my morning ritual... Continue Reading →
Advaitic Terra Firma The universe Early in the planning stage A silent nuclear philosophy Poorly translated Made Of celestial bones Cloaked in cobra skin and Sparkling prophecy Proffered Brand new cult nightmare Untold truths In liquid sound Breeding strange Tiny... Continue Reading →
Just a Miscommunication There’s a tick-tick-ticking in my head and it sounds like a clock but it feels like a bomb counting down. I think there’s something happening and it doesn’t seem like nothing. No, this time it must be... Continue Reading →
Bad Girl Love you always liked slicked, slender arms around you and torn jeans from the old movies, which you’ve stashed beneath the mattress, along with empty cigarette packets and mutilated pulp magazines. the men you loved took your childhood... Continue Reading →
Marchmont Street Marchmont Street, You are my vegan Bohemia, Drenched in white sunlight, My yellow San Francisco sweater, Scented tree lined pavement, From dusty secondhand bookshops, To health food labyrinths, Quaint coffee shop aromas, Mediterranean lunch houses, Fresh bread and... Continue Reading →
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