"Shhhh." She wore a red elastic band around her middle finger. It was wrapped four times around. "Let's try to understand each other. Quietly."

I was in a better place ( Read more... )

transience as we
heart as nexus
blood as exploratory
need as written
promise as stone
never as tidal
never as cradled
never as pouring
never as kept
shadows as aging
asking as engulfed
place as version
realization as colourless
eyes as axis
endless as imagery
(many as one,
one as many.)

I only want to read the writers who look through brick walls.

They found something that day, and it had been moored to them all along. They called it love because love was the softest sound they could say. When the first person said love, they were silenced whole minutes just feeling its thick softness in their throats, just feeling sated ( Read more... )

there's a bluebird in my heart that ( Read more... )

You will never grab me by the throat. I wish you would.

There is the sun. My head is sun-strafed ( Read more... )

There are distant drums. I want to close my two eyes open my one mouth and stream out lucent lucidity. I want to be influenced rather than taught. It hurts, you know. It hurts me when you show me your lack of humbleness. You forget that you are no hunter. You are no burned bright tiger writing stories in blood, though you do burn and you do bleed.

chestnut and toffee and olive and leaf

The sum of consequence is not my name, nor any part of me more personal.

I capture some essential part and the sketch becomes what it is. Must some part of me be named essential, be captured, that I become what I am?

Any part of me more personal would be this: an end. An end to some beautiful tracery- the transience of old lacey leaves.