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sleep is dragging me down it’s pulling me in sleep darkens the outside, dries out color -- flattens it. Reverberates sound..

French dignitaries fought with each other over the pronunciation of paradisal, but not forgetting the point of the preceding conversa..

dream

Vanilla ice cream Another concrete image Another splash in my mind. “I like the concept of aging” she says as I look a..

first poem

Angels' bursting butterflies. I see lightning when my eyes go dark. "let's get rid of that vintage, we waste all these years." ..

lying in bed groping yourself not everything it gives comes true. pine drifts across the sky like birds in migration. I have..

poem story

Cry into the crevice of concrete on the floor over there. Make sure all of your tears fall into the crevice, and no where else. Take h..