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Some Bacchus, a dreamer with eyes flecked ( Read more... )

a sapphic stanza (an experiment):

Night Manager

Call the night shift manager what you like, though
he is defined by the patine of half-light,
he'll watch the hand reach to midnight; orectic
gaze, with bedroom eyes.

Halloween night, I was in riot grrrl ( Read more... )

how's this for a journal update? it's been a while.

i fucking hate you. i really wasted everything on you.

The Common ( Read more... )

1. Pick a Band or Artist: Belle and Sebastian ( Read more... )

On The Lost Valley Trail

God said, with white bags of stones on a hillside,

‘I was dropped from the sky by ‘copters,’

or was that the man, whose red-eyed sadness,

wet with mountain mist, spoke when we asked about

the distance ahead?

No, God spoke from the white-wash spring over moss stones,

‘Can you see me now?’ the deafening sound

of watercrashrock…

( Read more... )

Orphic Love Song

You were a blackbird that kissed the window

into splinters your lips like lancets left

a violent mess. Your feathers, glass sugared

and phalanx arched from shock, I saw your eyes

once wine-dark red turn opal in the open

light. You were the sanguine shape of return,

spice-jar sill rites to perform. But to hold

your body to the ground, I ( Read more... )

Why not?