THE CURRENT OF CREAMY COFFEE

I sink beneath your skin like sea sweeping over sand, you, a thousand grains glistening while I wash over you in warm waves, your salty sweat sweet below my current. I slip between your lips like cream coming into coffee, our senses fired like frothed fluid as we pound passion into fragile flesh once fresh, […]

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PICTURING PARIS, THE LAST BLUSH 

Today felt like the last blush of summer sunshine on the city that always shimmers, both in shadow and shade. These are some photo highlights I took this morning on my morning potter through the 5th arrondissement; heralded by Hemingway, the sunflower filled Jardin des Plantes and the touch of autumn rainfall on my shoulder […]

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BENEATH THE SKIN

  I         You         Us being so much water and yet the lucky do not drown in the very essence of what they are I         You         Us we are all oceans sunk beneath the surface of the skin I   […]

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HANGING ON HAPPY SONGS

  We hang ourselves whole by the ropes that we weave into wishes, veins that vie like vines by the nooses we knot around necks, twisted and tangled around muscle and tissue that dries no tears. We are stained with the tears the years have taught us to play with. We try to play happy […]

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FORGETTING TO REMEMBER

  There are words caught in his throat that he cannot speak or swallow, there are thoughts once captured and cradled now fallen from his mind, and butterflies flap in the garden. There are names once rooted in his heart now wilting like leaves at the onset of autumn, there are places that once held […]

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ACCEPTING UNCERTAINTY

  If this is love then ask no questions I cannot answer so disappointment cannot distract us from determination. Accept the uncertainly of this rocky road set out before us so doubt does not divine disaster before it dissolves us. See today as the future and tomorrow a bonus least time tests us with what […]

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IF

If I had wings the skies would have no limits if I had fins the seas would have no depth if I had trust the clouds could not delude me if I had belief the currents could not drown me but I am man and bound to faults and fears but I have eyes that […]

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THE BURNING WOOD

  And so man within his story, with all his guts and gluttoned glory, failed to reach the heavens   with his flying ships and roaring weapons, looking upwards,  always upwards,  never sideways, never backwards, never wondering  how he stood with his feet in the burning wood, on this one time fertile Earth once filled with […]

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AN UNOBTAINABLE NEED, A SHORT STORY

  He stands in the shadows, staring out the window of his one bedroom suburban house onto the street outside. The late afternoon sunlight skirts the jaded red carpet as if looking for a way out. An old typewriter gathers dust on a desk next to stacks of unwanted, and seemingly unworthy, manuscripts. A breeze […]

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