to the pigpen I have prepared for you. Come and settle your fumes over the couch where I have lain…
Browsing: love and identity
Drunk and depressed twenty-five or so, waiting at bus stop, Cyclone behind me. Wanted to turn and ride but too…
Your wine-deep Eyes wound In the dark The gift of abandon on your lips: Open roses to my thirst Exultant…
When she began to report on the world outside (first grade), strange pages came home. I saw everything all over…
Garissa University College – Kenya, April 2nd, 2015 Roused from sleep, she stands naked, voice locked in her…
Let’s gently unstick yours frozen to a popsicle (no more blood, please!) you insisted on a winter’s morn in front…
I love Bambi when a hunter shoots Bambi’s mother I hide under the seat until the movie ends My mother…
I Don’t Care that I’m silhouetted by fire or gold is the color of my back- drop. When a man…
Face Card: Queen of Shadows Retrat de la meve germana, 1923/1926 Dalí I think you tried a classic portrait first…