Have you ever tried to repair broken porcelain? Glue gun in hand Licking the curve…
Poetry
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Darkness spent all day polishing his weapons, waiting til nightfall, when he pours liquid gold…
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First I saw her walk away head held high, kicking roses, whispering “dreamers often lie…”…
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It was never you it was chaos. Luscious calamity, deliberate irresponsibility, coveted freedom, dry humor,…
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Glazed eyes in a Brooklyn oasis your cold fingertips brushed lightly across the warm skin…
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When I speak I am not afraid my eyes have spoken instead of my lips.…
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Goat’s wool painted navy blue brushing to and fro against soft caramel skin. Why wear…
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With every passing hour I come to realize that I am not looking to involve…
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Staring out the window of the Metro North Watching the world outside run Backwards Sitting…
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She caught me writing silly lines, lines that mirror the wrinkles on my knees. Lines…