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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1847.1490.164

  Slow is the swan along these tracks well torn, my feet tire in soft shoes that follow google as scavengers’ swim in closer to my scraps- braver the bird when hunger’s the only hold. Swift runs the water as if it didn’t want to stay, there are locks but not all lakes can be […]

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