woken by hunger;a void, vacuum leaking tearsseeking fulfillment.not enough words in the worldor beyond that would sufficethe aftermath ofoverload, a m..
The rumbling cat circles the chair,wondering what wakes meat this hour. A reassuring strokeor two between lines,and she puddles besidein tail-wrapped ..
This is a poetic response to another poet on another site, but occurred to me that 'tis apropos for a friend of mine here. What heat doesn't vaporize ..
My body heals,and yanks my soulby the hairinto awareness.Dissolution ofillusions, solutionsappear, mannafor immediateconsumption,not to be heldor hoar..