I am in here.
There were never strawberries like the ones we had that sultry afternoon sitting on the step of the open french window facing each other your knees held in mine the blue plates in our laps the strawberries glistening in the hot sunlight we dipped them in sugar looking at each other not hurrying the feast … Continue reading Strawberries
O littleblood, hiding from the mountains in the mountains Wounded by stars and leaking shadow Eating the medicinal earth. O littleblood, little boneless little skinless Ploughing with a linnet’s carcase Reaping the wind and threshing the stones. O littleblood, drumming in a cow’s skull Dancing with a gnat’s feet With an elephant’s nose with a … Continue reading Littleblood
To the one who sets a second place at the table anyway. To the one at the back of the empty bus. To the ones who name each piece of stained glass projected on a white wall. To anyone convinced that a monologue is a conversation with the past. To the one who loses with … Continue reading Years of Solitude
(1) Like This (young man in an Asylum) It must be some disease I have To feel so lonely like this, And not for company I see The others like this, like this, It only makes more isolate To see another like this, Oh nobody like this likes this, Or likes another like this. (2) … Continue reading Like This
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