WHAT LIES IN THE VALLEY

  Truth, lies, tall tales spread across the canyon of our sighs. My hope, your hurt, my side, your silence, nothing is distinguishable in this void, I cannot even identity any let up from the winter of this valley where the wind winds its way around the silent subtleties of how you express your hurt […]

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WHEN I DREAM OF WHO WE WERE

  We used to hold hands, a quiver along the skin at touch,                     do you remember? You handled me like I was food, to be prepared pealed back, to find the taste within. I was advised not to- but I had hungered, had grown ill    […]

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WHAT YOU WISH FOR

  Remember When all we wanted was a little distance? Remember Starting out with a cushion on the sofa, A pillow in between the folds twisting against us, One word less And then another. Every move a single mile. Remember How all we wanted… I wonder- While watching shadows growing stiller Beyond the window of […]

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TIPS FOR CLEANING UP

  I saw a jellyfish once, just beyond the tide, a tick away from time’s reach where it couldn’t sting. On the same beach, once, though years later, as we dipped our desires below the moonlight, I lost your ring. A week later I found your sting was laying in other beds. I thought love […]

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KAMSAHAMNIDA

  In a quiet corner of Korea, tucked thoughtfully behind a dozen back street twists designed to derail any uptight tourist, there sits a pair of us, unbreakable, in the evening light and smiling, still In a wooden bar at the far end of the Seoul where cocktails came with chicken soup and crisp fruit […]

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WATER FLAMES

  We moved, once, and habitual was your foot to my follow, in debt my blush to your concern like we were the oxygen of the other, at either ends of the water. We swam, once, to the other, in crossed currents, in avoidance of those cold-blooded fish dipping their blond hairs into clotted canals […]

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THESE ARE THE DAYS

  Rooms get smaller. We close doors tighter, words come like judgements, what’s left to share when you’ve shared everything. Rooms feel smaller. like big plants in small pots, like small meals on big plates I want to break. I want to watch Netflix in Pj’s, all day, every day but I won’t look lazy […]

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EXAMPLES OF BEING STUNG

    Not all bees write back Not every beetle takes the right route Some letters, like roads, wind on regardless. We don’t always notice the sting Until after, until later, until it’s too late. Honey is sometimes sweetest When far from reach. We wrote words on each other’s back Thinking time to be tender […]

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THIS DESERT WHERE WE DROWNED THE DANCE

  This Desert where We Drowned the Dance Guttural; pertaining to a particular sound at the back of the mouth, there, in that spot not quite reachable, still quite parched. Water; to sprinkle, to moisten. I do this to quench a longing I can’t reach though I cannot hold this liquid just like I couldn’t […]

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THE THINGS THAT LEAVE US COLD, A PROSE PIECE

  Part I           I stood by the open window and watched and waited, surrounded on all sides by the wisteria that clung on as time passed by and forgave nothing. It felt like I was watching the seasons change as the leaves lost their gleam in the sunlight, found their […]

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