Inside The Pervert Mound
“She can smell shame inside of me… she can tell I’m a liar.” Continue reading Inside The Pervert Mound
Hunger
I could have done better that is certainly clear so many mistakes born out of fears unnecessary evasions spoilers and … Continue reading Hunger
3,000 miles without a smile
we sat silent on the flight over bitter anger sticking like treacle not a word between Seattle and Tacoma in … Continue reading 3,000 miles without a smile
Will We Talk?
Open
I am so small I can barely be seen. How can this great love be inside me? Look at your … Continue reading Open
Nestling
Easily I reside in darkness nestling quietly in its warmth and sympathy but light always comes bursting in running amok … Continue reading Nestling
Sonnet XXV
Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own: I wavered through the streets, among Objects: Nothing mattered or had … Continue reading Sonnet XXV
