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We will always be alittle death,swooping down to pluck upwhat remains, what everythingleaves behind.We are the purveyors ofhuman appetites, immoral an..
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Your secrets bloomed on the page,and held me captive.I could not look away, could not stopdevouring youword by word, admission by admission.The syllab..
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I left the frosty New York skylineon crystalline mornings. I couldn't handle the clarity,didn't want it.I knew there was no place for me:enmeshed in s..
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We trashed the place. Broken bottlesand tattered curtains.Down feathers trapped in my ratted hair.Who knew the s**t-hole could splurgeon real pillows,..
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I have had time anddistanceto consider all of this.Separation has allowed me to becomecold andanalyticalabout this tear in the fabric.And I,bitter as ..
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I've been sick and sad for far too longover an uncertainty. Unfortunately I've not yetlearned how to tamp down the inexplicable urgeto second-guess an..
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Yes,I loved you with everythingI had.But,there came a point when Irealizedthat love would have been better spenton myself.
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OUr lives all come togetherin circles.Some, small as the spiral shellof a child's ear.Some, decades in diameter.Some, thin - imperceptibleas a trip wi..
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We are the Wanderers.Nomads of an urban wasteland,where the artificial reigns supreme.We can't travel on their highwaysand by-ways, for we are not of ..
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I stare into my lap when I'm in a crowded room.I create elaborate fantasies of loversand friendswho would never turn their backs on me. I whisper to t..
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