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Category: Writing and Poetry
why do some languages feel more real than others? i'd ask you, but i fear you'd not understand the beauty of miscommunication is that you will never know the songs in my mind i can whisper in words you will never glean and all you can do is listen a babbling-brook of syllables consonants you'd trip over like wet cobbles sonorous trills your tongue fails to shape i'd love to hear you try, anyway i... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
the sunset tonight was mint green into coral pink violet clouds reclining against cerulean velvet daydream blues into feverdream orange a blazing eye winking shut the crickets are quieter this year the grass drier the leaves yellow sooner and when the rains come the earth drinks like she has never brought her lips to water before the birds revel in the spaces between gunshots and my hands curl int... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
In the middle of the forest a deepening darkening space 'twix the trees in the moss and the peat the green revels It stares back. There are no streams here. Dare to run. When the wind howls when the old gods whisper in your ears will you sing along? There is a space » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
his fingers soften, now his eyes slip down the priceless pages of books from centuries past does he glean a word? his ears ring, his eyes fog the sun beats down on his neck as he squints at forgotten utterances and imagines the voices of those lost his back bends, now you say he smells of ancient ink of gallic acid and soot of the cankers of oak trees long ago his heart swells, his mouth dry in th... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
SEX ME, BABY SEX ME BOTH AND NEITHER AND NONE AND ALL WHAT AM I TO YOU? THE CISSEXUAL WISHES TO TAKE YOU APART LIKE A FROG DISPLAY YOURSELF AND SCREAM OR DIE TRYING TO KEEP YOUR DIGNITY » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
it's free but i can't speak for the stench you can sleep on the floor if you want to lie down amongst the detritus and dust of parties past (you sure?) it's free but i can't speak for the hurt you can sleep on the sofa if you wanna close your eyes against threadbare pillows and the smell of cigarettes on worn leather (i'm sure) it's free but i can't speak for the taste you can have it if you want ... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
you sound like a promise and look like a regret silver-studded destiny slung low around your waist dynamite dust ringed around your eyes you look like a promise and sound like a regret will we explode like stars? or ride this supernova into space? c'mon cowboy, let me feel your scars take my hand, let me lead you shout like a repentance entwined, shall we detonate? » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
my mind drips like honey over my fingers onto your hand my knees quake like earth over your hips my eyes flick like butterflies over your lips bass drums kick to the rhythm of our hearts teeth and hearts clench to the pulse-curve of my throat cherry red and fantastic as angels we spiral ever deeper » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
she stands there, all faces turned as if she rains benediction with her voice i stand frozen a deer in headlights a death-sentence of clarity barrels towards me i stand as she sings my wound onstage a scar so long ago burnt and borne i wear my heart on my sleeve, or so i have been told and so i stand as the words blur into one a thunders » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
the pain (the danger?) of falling in love with an artist is hearing your own words sung back at you over the radio seeing your torn-up hearts strewn across a page for the masses to consume too honest and yet not honest enough » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
the march of time walks away as rain knocks my window pallid light creeps through the clouds that bloated and corpse-like, sit the caw of the crow the sweet laughing of the bird in black the melody of the lark the scream of the strings the march of time walks on i feel as if i am forgetting what blue skies look like for the slate of april showers » Continue Reading
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