Last Saturday

"So, I read this and thought it was about a relationship," he said, glancing up at me from the pages of my lengthy poem. I stared back with growing horror. Relationship? I flashed to the moment of penning the words, reviewing in my mind the emotions that birthed those lines as he continued. "Yeah, the... Continue Reading →

Saturday in July

Scream a silence crunchedbeneath cold finger tips shatteringthe crystal beauty beneath thepresence of possessioncrushing the fragile wingscellophane promises, silhouettepressed to the windowpanepinned to the fantasy, curlinglegs into bridged arches abovethe sateen waves, uneasyport-side dock invading the shore... It still tastes like lemongrass It happened again. I sat among the group where moments before I had... Continue Reading →

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