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By adding the next layer of water, I feel the still distant, still coming closer point of saturation; I always like to start in the middle of our c..

funny how a house with one person in it still feels empty, when sitting awake carving out the colorful morning with a hankering for a more fulfilli..

our very own song an intimate a cappella karaoke; you know all the words to last discos, last days, black lengths, the hours of like-minds: ..

for a first night it feels like a long long waiting. I am too far past any point of argument or contention, take it all and promise every single la..

on the very edge of sleeping I go seeking with both hands for your hands, the coil and the amber at the heart of the tree, it grows in the middle ..

playing the chofu game 5-2-7-5-2-7

to the conversation (the mild many surrenderings you so easily unraveling make flutter, like swift and just dissolving rivers but only my g..

Somedays I see myself in other livings, the chick on the back of the harley rocking fringed chaps, hugging speed against the wind; hovering in..

I am told I am wounded deeply, so lacking prized protrusions, the property of the protagonist packing in seeping-teetering suitcases, all my..

short prose poems