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 →

The Doors

Is it a hall or a corridor? I can't seem to find the end. I reach the doors of walls. A handle in brick refuses to open. Denied again, I reel in pain. The door is never meant for me. The beauty beyond was never mine. Alone in the echoing halls, I wait. The silence... Continue Reading →

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