WE ARE SEASONS

– Spring sun sweet on skin that still recalls the rain, (it is not just raindrops that fall) drunk is the forest beneath those blood red moons (blind are we to the fires we started). Will you swim through the shadow to beat away these bitter blues? Beauty is a ship of summer symphony, we […]

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FLEETING BLUSHES

– We drink eternity, soft, slow, salty, like coffee cups of unexplored ocean blues, breathing in dark stars, bleeding in the wake of the wild breeze that has no home in these fatherless trees, eyes moist by this window of time, a prisoner of this smoky glass. We are porcelain colored in concrete, a brilliant […]

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CONTROL

– Control. How to cut deep. Tipping toes in the tepid tides of therapy. We are cunning creatures in unconscious, under cover, cool to discover the character beneath the cadaver. Control. How to discover, how to distance the self from its disguise, from the depths we dive to deceive the day, the way we weave […]

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CONCRETE CANDY

  Perfumed kiss and velvet poison, caramel can be a concrete candy, I blush, almost broken, a prisoner to this ocean of long grass and liquid sky, this smoky glass, darkly dazzling.   A wild flower is not a sister of peace, fire is not a dance easy to put out.   All words by […]

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