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My satisfaction comes not from blanket-warm tranquility -- I hunt for deeper oceans, as fingertips walking a globe and tracing the static..

I stay here because I can -- a cat-- camel arched-- on a fence, too high for the barking dog to reach trees with purple leaves tu..

they rise and fall like the tide bending as the lip of a wave-- a mouthwidening -- her throat opens as she drinks thebreeze before fal..

with one hand, you held the granulated heart of our beach -- black like the grit of sand scraped from paper, or pulverized coal just ..

yesterday -- I met a long haired man who painted with his own blood haunting portraits, surreal landscapes, an old windmill ba..

when I revealed to him that my love was a primal estuary -- a pulsing artery emerging from the nucleus of creation’s womb..

beyond the steady drumbeats within my skull, pulling at my temples like the tide coaxing the shore back into her womb, the empty ..

doubt has taken me -- reached around my waist with rough hands, and submerged my confidence like an unattended buoy, lost at ..

Upon allowing him entrance to the blooming grove of her complicated-- over saturated-- psyche, an ivy-laced gate was pushed aside-- one t..

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