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People are Carousels 0

Carousels

You fear the lost the judgement in their eyes the vanishing smile while the sun burns your skin and dies. Why are you hurting? People are carousels. They turn and turn and turn and...

Horizon 0

All The While

Shafted…damn How those eyes looked Ticked off on one or two fingers the sky we stood under Rain was the edge, sunlight the folds travel again around corners bent for your majesty the crown...

Winter Streets 0

Regular Pick-Ups

He comes like Santa Claus in unmagical night, trailing a monster iron-wrought — a hissing, growling, squealing beast burning yellow and red down streets of dispassion. He is agent of convenient oblivion, undertaker of...

Writing in Bed 1

3:24 A.M.

Welcome to my second life The beautiful stretch between the hours of 2 and 5 a.m. In which you sleep next to me and I am afforded the freedom to write write write With...