the thought of him.one pupil dilated, the other leaking.both praising the only goddess he ever knew.only god knowsthe nature of promises.she only knowsthoughts of them.her pinky finger quiversat the...
pinkie promisesWhat are days but templates for breath? An unfogged mirror, garments still wrapped in packaging. They lean on patient elbows, time and time and time. Days, roof of the inevitable. Where can...
two daysphonic dialect Ai wan-tid to right ‘stae’on yoar sai-dz, sir-roundyoar bed with oh-shunsof sawlt. Ai hope he foe-ldz yooin-to uh fox, luvz yoolai-k uh splin-ter-d air-row,brand-ish-iz thuh killuv yoar...
dialekctiksAura count our most doe sayhe knows kingdom toe does keats.Pour noon a vase sober later ahno hobble Moses in goon idiom ah,pour noon second ode tango moans,no move aims tan to lose blazers.Cereal noon...
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stream of consciousness So I am told to stream myself in a channel of thoughts, I write slowly to ease into patience, forgiving the words that should not be written, only spoken in half-breaths and...
sibling streamsto be read in 4/4 metersheeesha sheeesha, saseesh, cys-stawfoom-aw, oom-ah-lee-ah-aw, lay kawndawnt-ee uhn awnt-un-lawcreeeeeees, mah lawrih, ruh-rih, ruh-chin-uh-fawn jawlsheeesha sheeesha, sawn-cys...
rih-ruh-chin jawl1 after balance collides,dented effortlessly from gifts hidden in jewels,kiss lover.mingle naked over palates, quivering restless sins ‘till universe veers westward. (e)xhale, yawn – zzz.2zurich’s...
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzbut they buried my jewels in the riverbed and i have only once cared for rhinestones, still never for pebbles. but he spoke in tones too deep, soft and slow for the shrill tongues of war-song. but...
butscarlet fever, tumbling among fragile haystacks of life. a one-bedroom apartment, preschool nocturnal, explorer of unlit streets. detroit and dirtied songbirds, why won’t you sing? curtain-capes of...
life of _______1 i close my eyes. i see the unscrewed caps. their empty counterparts. three foaming mouths of thirst. 2 i close my eyes. i see the single magnolia. its lonely center, ripe with motherhood. each...
not the charcoal fruit bowl
variations in [a]
knocked sunshine wide into her gap-toothed smile. echo chamber speak of how he loves ten pruned fingertip plums deep easy purple of good intention. —— pride meets self-pity: loneliness, their...
a hay(na)ku or twolast night i lay in bed the stars thought to myself where the heck is the ceiling the only reason people get lost is because the average man can see better than everyone is entitled to their own opinion...
quoted: the not-so-funnyto the philosophical question (in general) why do you want to know? try and get lately, the purpose of it all a personal assistant the iPhone knows about a free online dictionarysoon you will...
what is the meaning of life?