Pour the moonlight down my throat And let her elixir soothe my parched lips When the firefly of delight searches for its kin I hope I...

Translucent whispers, while you catch me, withering from the weight of the world, lust. And now The dog of a millionaire’s mansion is...

Express Time isn’t anything what i know is this, i wake up and there are things to be done and somehow, somehow, Tender Vine...

I’ve known men who’ve left it and men who’ve ended it there and men who can’t get it out of their heads. It’ll make you dizzy, dull and...

ACT III (silent actors who posed as cowboys who were secretly robots) You remind me of someone / You provide the...

The only whole heart is a broken heart. The Kotzker Rebbe i know the feel of road on skin, the consciousness of speed that’s never...

Coming to know, a decision being made, is not conscious. 1 + 1 + 1 equals a new feeling that rubs against everything else you know to be...

“beat this: what do you call 💦 in a woman? loading the dishwasher.” what do you call it when you, in all your hubris, can’t even spell...

City witches sun bathing on barrio rooftops City witches reading cards among the sirens City witches finding stillness in constant motion...

under the broken spring your frame shimmers in the light of several houses becoming silver branches becoming something already begun...

"It is not all as evil as you think" Rolf Jacobsen nasty weather. but that’s when bonfires broil in trashcans, not just for...

Desfrutar means to "enjoy" in Portuguese

I discovered a shortcut into town today.

i don’t know why you’re still here. another long summer day in a one story home. less of a house than a thing left abandoned at the end...

There is a place in the sun. The sun has a place.

starry eyed sea freak with no plan no insurance just a mermaid doll in a plastic box everything would be so much easier if i was being...

I am 4 maybe 5 when great grandma died I am seeing her dead body when I lost my mothers hand in the crowd (I dream of fawns) I am 6 maybe...

By winter, I had made it out west. Sludge-filled subways in rear views of dreams, but I never wrote them down when I woke — why should I:...

existential coffee for breakfast by the pool there is a buzzing sound a low fairy hum always something to build or being built drawing...