ocd vestibule
Behind the entry bench, the van gogh blue umbrella wedged at a 35 degree angle hadn’t been wrap-snapped first. This …
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Gilded Exploits
The creation and the embodiment of energy, what they’ve invested in, valued, now mingling impossibly here…
Vigil
Straddling two worlds before a big move…
Integrated Tears
What is it like to be both the healer, and the one in pain? I’ll bet you know.
I met myself
I was older than I remember…
Not Yet Tasted
To My Love/Yet to Be Tasted This street—ours—gray, blockaded with scaffold, It is our street today. Out the close bistro …
No More a Love Sonnet
What shall I say of love? That it dies a thousand ways? That, like the orange sun, we all know …
Citrus Craving
CITRUS Orange excuse me I’m not a fellow walking I’m not a two in the morning
SHY
I see my desires float around him It’s perfect—he has no tie to me. No hobby, no information. He reminds …
Where Have All the Poets Gone?
Living your life with great passion seems to be less appealing these days. You describe how passionate your longing for …
