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How easily we slip into the hum drum of day-to- day, like today for instance; a day after; when the moon has set and ..

The layers are removed long before the cloth is. With soap and flannel the mask is removed. With blades and patience, ..

Your soul is the dune in this nightly desert. The wind blows, shifting it but it is always there. The crazy moon stirs the coy..

I am spinning a web. The threads are at first very fine and difficult to hold onto, especially if my fingers are cold, ..

Blessed body I adore you and I adore those that Adore you. I adore the man that sees the Head and the Heart the Spirit and t..

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In silence comes the end of this day. Light is leeched from the troubled sky. Where my hands were soiled, Muddied at ..

An empty room. The sky filters in through smudged glass: ribbons of yellow and gold. Flecks of silver dust float down down (I..

A Lone is not Silent. It is the sounds of traffic the screech of children sliding down the gurgle of gastric juices the ..

A lie will cut; the back stabbed bleeds. The wounded lies on fertile ground as she heals. The liar laughs in bloated ignorance ..