jagged roads

September 5, 2018

with her, i’m walking. exposed toes on jagged roads,  made of pebbles, pebbles made of stones,  made of boulders, boulders made from, who knows.  ambition, a stones’ throw, a road grown, home. each breath, extending, a finite stride, yet never-ending pass along our final steps, ascending. pass on everything.  pass on the pebbles made of […]

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I, started the words that ended, U.

August 31, 2018

there was adoration in her eyes. a spark like silence dancing naked in front of a mirror. her tongue tasting the way it should, like honey, like lies, like a swarm of bees after the honey. those soft fingers untangling the hard knot that constricted us, those hard hands constricting the soft parts of us. […]

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Posthumous Self-Indulgent Inquires in a Final Letter to You, Old Friend.

July 12, 2018

Was it the first time in a long time you felt warm? A blanket cascade of crimson life, on loan, returning. Fast at first, I’m sure, spurting. When the blood slowed and the warmth turned cold, did you think of them? Your children? What a moment that must have been, did you think you made […]

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