mikl paul : Writing

an affair, with skin and night,

an affair, with skin and night,

A Poem by mikl paul


an affair, with skin and night. mikl paul -------- and in their quiet they do not wish to be found. stolen light inhale, no one ..
untitled. 2/8/13

untitled. 2/8/13

A Poem by mikl paul


untitled. 2/8/13 mikl paul -- somewhere in this sudden rain. she asks if you found who you were hiding in your soft pace outs..
with eyes open.

with eyes open.

A Poem by mikl paul


with eyes open. mikl paul -------- the skin was new and every sound was conspiracy. pressing into the floorboards what would the..
untitled. the morning as the map that folds.

untitled. the morning as the map that folds.

A Poem by mikl paul


untitled. the morning as the map that folds.I negate this distance with what it would be to be shining you.there are grasps gathered in the corner of ..
People and Places. Volume 5.

People and Places. Volume 5.

A Story by mikl paul


People and Places: Volume Five (our view of the room is the single eye of the camera propped on the distant side of the table. th..
The Ghost of The Other Way

The Ghost of The Other Way

A Story by mikl paul


The Ghost of The Other WayThe way she lived her life left no room for the blade, or the charm. But, she sung to herself, someone must learn how to..
the dream of a laboratory.

the dream of a laboratory.

A Story by mikl paul


the dream of a laboratory.--------One of them was holding the moon gentle palmed finger curled. The other knew; had studied; had repeated love a t..
A Fairy Tale: The Story Behind the Sound of a Snapped Twig

A Fairy Tale: The Story Behind the Sound of a Snap..

A Story by mikl paul


A Fairy Tale: The Story Behind the Sound of a Snapped Twig by: mikl paul ------------- Once upon time there was a land named Lunderion. Lu..
coming inside the morning.

coming inside the morning.

A Poem by mikl paul


coming inside the morning.---------------they glisten at every opportunity to welcome themselves. tell us all, when you arrive, what the salt took fro..
BreEle: When I Imagine the Rest of our lives

BreEle: When I Imagine the Rest of our lives

A Poem by mikl paul


BreEle: When I Imagine the Rest of our liveswindows fill with light and crouching beneath the lower corners we drink the excess spilling over. ..