What a pair, disaster dolls ( Read more... )

Four chimes on a clock of a printer's design ( Read more... )

Driving down 6th Street ( Read more... )

Rain comes; drips and drops that patter on your hair and skin like tiny prayers meant to cleanse you. Sometimes rain makes you feel clean, but usually all you feel is cold ( Read more... )

With the sort of lingering apathy afforded to all women, I catalogued my lovers and with my fingertips and memories they arose from the dead, like Lazarus from his tomb. Are breaths and the oily traces left from fingerprints enough to imprint the ether with something secondary, something left to chance or worse...fate? Pushing aside the velvet ( Read more... )

Yes, I am back for another (put that whip down, in haste ( Read more... )

If I turn around quickly, I could swear you were just there ( Read more... )

I have something like an exhale on a cold day ( Read more... )

The break in the clouds makes me believe there is a god ( Read more... )

Bittersweet, like a cranberry on my tongue ( Read more... )