OWNERSHIP IS NOT ALWAYS THE ONLY CONSIDERATION

  Squirrel scuttles across the sea of grass. Stops to my right to consider someone else’s acorn. Mouth twitches to mimic tail before I’m noticed. Embarrassed by my presence he adopts a still stance as if that might make him invisible. Don’t worry, I whisper, I can relate. Once I found lips too sweet to […]

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THE FURNITURE MAKERS

  We build things- built things- like shower rails and kitchen lights, Keto dishes that died in the oven, theories on converting Korea into forever and not just a 3-week diversion from dysphoria. Kisses, we built kisses out of thin air and laughter, laughter we built as if it was all we needed to feed […]

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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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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 DEPTH UNDER THE MOON

  Moonlight melts languidly on liquid lakes like suds on dishes like snow on windows like thicker skin over age-old scars. Moonlight floats momentarily on rippling reflections like the tingle after kisses like the scent after sex like the pain after parting. Moonlight flirts on the water to divine whether the depth is worth the […]

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CAPTURED ON CANVAS

  Connie was caught by colour in the corner of the castle where curtains collected carnations. Connie was captured courting curious on the canvas of a castle in a kingdom condemned. Connie was caught by the kiss of a courter in the courtyard where calla lilies were cut. Connie missed the caution in the cut […]

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MOMENTS AFTERWARDS

  In absence lips lean out in longing, clouds gathering, a chill in the air, the warmth slipping. Memory is a playful thing, you tease and turn over and back to before. We kissed, I feel it intensely, I see it clearly in the mirror still marked from a night now over. Cold showers call […]

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CAPTURE BEAUTY

  Beauty is breathtaking where breath is less and beauty is all. Beauty is breathtaking before it’s been taken from you, then we are no longer bound to blind and breath is less and less and less. We breathe in beauty in excess as if it were endless, as if we were never bound to […]

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CRIMSON CONSIDERATIONS ON CARRIAGES KISSING

  A curious crimson caressed his cheek as we crossed the carriage, no winding words, no exchange of the extraordinary, only that crimson kiss of curiosity that blushed upon cheek and burnt into my hunger long hostage to painfully pale and drained out drought, before pressing passengers pushed me forward and him too far behind… […]

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