land of milk and honey
she shuts the door and crosses the room to her mirror. even all these years later she still has the power to...
through the veil
her voice, heavy with night, breathes through the veil and tickles my ear. half-asleep, i have no idea what her whispered words...
Sunflowers (vii)
I’m still not done with sunflowers as their dried and heavy heads find new ways to captivate me. At night my dreams...
word upon word
puff of breath. energy and intention suspended on the gossamer threads of conversation. modulation and tone. thoughts honed to a razor’s edge...
camera obscura
beneath sultry moonlight she would dance, her bare feet floating across a bare cement floor painted blood-red in a tiny bedroom while...
in reverse
observed in reverse, the epitome of loneliness ~ her bare breasts pressed up against plate glass as the sun slowly slipped below...
lost in thought
heavy drops of rain slap the river’s murky surface. a myriad of ripples pockmark black water as a long line of boats...
a hundred million light years away
your home is not my home. and it never was even when we shared a bed or stood face to face on...