at home in the dark i am bated breath and base desire, or the haunting notes of an unsung aria ... CONTINUED
About Michael Guerin
land of milk and honey
she shuts the door and stands in front of me. even all these years later she still has the ... CONTINUED
through the veil
her voice, heavy with night, breathes through the veil and tickles my ear. half-asleep, i have ... CONTINUED
Sunflowers (vii)
I'm still not done with sunflowers as their dried and heavy heads find new ways to captivate ... CONTINUED
word upon word
puff of breath. energy and intention suspended on the gossamer threads of ... CONTINUED
a cold open
beneath sultry moonlight she'd dance, her bare feet floating across a bare cement floor in a ... CONTINUED
in reverse
observed in reverse, the epitome of loneliness ~ her bare breasts pressed up against plate ... CONTINUED
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