The general wretchedness of Mondays was further cemented by the rain pummeling the roof of the two bedroom cottage, but he still loved them. Atlas smoothed the wiry charcoal hair camouflaging thinly boned arms and buttoned each cuff. Meticulously, he tucked a wild hair up the custom tailored sleeve, straightened the silk bowtie pinned below […]Read More Who Cut The Cheese?
She believes too much In her own intuition and the ambiguity Of a convincing dream Remembering how her hand felt On the splintery rudder of the tiller Turning over the night sky, dividing it Into parcels of starless black soil She would clear a space To divine futures from the pitch blank Of uncertainty; planting […]Read More sleepless @ 3am
eager fingers slip insidedeep creases of lust, tracinghidden meridiansof despair obscured by hopeat some point we chose to fold ourselvesinto each other and disappear. i smoothed my wrinkled planes and blunted corners,preparing my emptiness for new dreamsfull of pulpy moons and plentiful tidesbut we grew boredof flat seams and glass seaswe were so sure would forever please yearning for more worldly things you traded your heart for paper wingsthen took to […]Read More paper hearts