TO CAPTURE EACH OTHER TOGETHER

  I took photos of us once, together, to remember all I had before I set off to find myself in other fields that other lands had whispered of other welcomes across other waves, moments to return to later as I navigated new roads, strange turns and gates I had to manage alone. Now, our […]

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AL LAST

  Shoes thread lightly over freshly stirred soil. Seeds are no longer singular cells but shoots and this hardened carpet no longer compliant to cover up. Sometimes we plant with the dream of discovery. Sometimes we dream in the hope of being woken. Sometimes light begins in the dark where roots rumble in soil, now […]

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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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A SLIP AWAY FROM BLUE

  Eyes a slip of grey from blue in a city not known as home, on a mountainside to shelter a temple, she is as welcome as the wind is warm, she was there before us and we were caught before we knew it. She carves life, carefully, like the Buddha etched into stone, the […]

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STARDUST

  Stardust… the fallout from the flames, a nebulous of what was once known by names, now falling, through time and space, trailing dust, a trail of gentle dust in place of touch, in lieu of place, in lieu of hold and how we hold; tighter and stronger, longer, after, trying to hold a star, […]

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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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A WHISPER IN THE FADING LIGHT

  I heard them marching through the streets of Madrid, at midnight, under the first floor moonlight as you sang me songs strung from their souls, men marching a million miles away, a million years away from the momentary memory we were making, your fingers stroking the strings I’d pulled too tight on the guitar […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 9; ONCE, UPON A SUMMER

  It was summer stock and season of blondes; darker tones bleached to an inch of white, at first so fair and fragile, translucent tracks tethered to nothing more than temporary teases, interval acts pitching and playing and parting before the important performers took their permanent positions. I was high on a hiccup of happiness […]

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