Peaches
He likes the smell of peaches on me it was the acute attention to detail only devotion could give a …
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Memories of Station One
It was under that Jupiter sky that we discovered a moment that our souls could forever come to mean, before …
Think Wrinkles, Gray Hair, Grandchildren
And if you can, find yourself that kind of love, a love that you can do for a long, long …
Synesthesia
Not here. Somewhere else. Not a Tuesday night at Amici in The Gardens in the middle of a mad week …
Scribbled with a Maybelline Lip Liner on a Thomas Lee Pillowcase
Sometimes at dawn I’d pass sated minutes with sleepy eyes resting on a night so recently drunk from the cup …
Prelude to a Dream
It’s the bold strokes of tobacco smoke curling through a window half-shut from a starving apartment out into some back …
And This Must Be What All Those Poets Are Talking About
All things known and seen, then, walked into nightfall. The sun didn’t feel like the sun, somehow, in context with …
The Crossover to Miniloc Island
Three rainmakers hung on the wall of different sizes, all of which she disturbed before boarding: first the shortest, then …
A Shared Canvas
Problems sometimes break us down to our smaller natures, the way a prism splits white light into colors, and paints …
Never Doubt
If it is too difficult for it to happen all at once, but still sincerely pursued, the truth will set …
