Rain, like scratches on metal, rains. John comes in drenched with tinsel and rains on the mat. While the door is open, Miles Davis, and everything gets wet to music except the music.
Cecilia, or: most of what happens in a …
Cecilia and everything undone. / Inadequate and worldly. / Smiling and smiling and smiling / and thank you and everything else. / Their skin, their…
19 First Lines
1. When we returned, gnats lingered in the air of our rooms / 2. I wrote it in smoke, we’re all descendants of someone / 3. Distance doesn’t…
Currywood. Running. Noon. Bright.
Around the apricots. Damascos. That’s Spanish for. / The breeze. Hissing in my. Where did my breath. / I need it back. I’m running. The water....
i’m trying to make every word a poem, but it’s not working; sometimes spells cannot inflate the value of what’s really ruin (surrounding). the path…
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There is something always emerging less as Himself and I have chosen to live with it, I think. Regard the Law of Diminishing Returns as He tries to…
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