Tag Archives: poet

Highlight

The girl who is not one for words keeps them tucked in her back pocket against her lower back, pooling star glitter into milk dimples.   Her hips, thick, full…

Slide And Dry

The dried paint, long since atomized from cylindered source, once bled in brief runnels upon the steel, upon the brick and concrete, graffito to graffito then finally graffiti and jagged…

Creation

A hurt that moves beyond crying or a love beyond touch, maybe a song beyond sound. But I can swallow it; I can feel the sound of your remnants of…