land of milk and honey
she shuts the door and crosses the room to her mirror. even all these...
through the veil
her voice, heavy with night, breathes through the veil and tickles my ear. half-asleep...
Sunflowers (vii)
I’m still not done with sunflowers as their dried and heavy heads find new...
word upon word
puff of breath. energy and intention suspended on the gossamer threads of conversation. modulation...
camera obscura
beneath sultry moonlight she would dance, her bare feet floating across a bare cement...
in reverse
observed in reverse, the epitome of loneliness ~ her bare breasts pressed up against...
lost in thought
heavy drops of rain slap the river’s murky surface. a myriad of ripples pockmark...
a hundred million light years away
your home is not my home. and it never was even when we shared...