Spotting the movement of flight from the canopy, she crawls to the base and shakes the trunk, peeling but sturdy. White eggs, glimmering with dew like the richest of pearls, tumble and crack to the Earth, seeping from within in newfound gold. And she knows it is safe. Hoisting and grappling to the top branch were her prize lays, she huffs breathe ( Read more... )

I want to be the grass you sit, criss-cross, in.
Criss-cross applesauce, in. 
Glowing green, electric, chlorophyll true.
As you drum your fingers,
I want to be dew-kissed and resilient under you. 

intuition, premonition,
spilt like milk
on the cloth of your kitchen. 

Everyday sailors arrive to this port town. They follow the undercurrent into the docks, were the masts become bare and the minds begin to seek home ( Read more... )

There once was a girl in a painting that hung in an abandoned house that was once painted by a bearded man. The bearded man didn't like the girl very much, so he painted her with no clothes. She shivered ( Read more... )

I am not your State Fair duckling. I don't want your incubation, I want your warmth. I don't want your fingerprints, I want your presence.
I am your whispering, whimpering summer. I am your relentless winter.

We used to vacation to the beaches of Normandy, France and we used to play in the leftover forts that dotted the coastline. There were pathways and twisted underground mazes between each one and we would follow them from one hideout to another, carrying my prized red cassette player that only spews The Byrds. There used to be guns there, Lex says, ( Read more... )

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I'm making love to to to you,
But you ain't making love for me,
I'm starving myself,
Just to feel the ache of hungry.

I often feel personally responsible for happenings that have no association with me. Theorize: Because my twin. My twin - I have already split my life with another, like a mother with no child but the Earth I was born to.