what giving creature is this

something like a whispered song

mere touch

her meaning is like the texture of the perfect

my mother has escaped love

that love is no mere enthusiasm

savannah

how comes the muse to the latched-upon artist

swing

she wears galaxies of memorabilia

Saturday, November 30, 2019

how to make basic homemade love

in a large bowl, dissolve yeast and 1/2 teaspoon sugar in warm water; let stand until bubbles form on surface. infinite dreams begin in a transparent solitude of diffused light and agile essence, so begin with your eyes closed and pray to aphrodite in her suckling sweet-wander. whisk together remaining 3 tablespoons sugar, salt, and 3 cups flour. stir oil into yeast...

Tuesday, November 26, 2019

inclination

is it what's hiddenor upon the surfaceof life where myeyes are deceived?all the damagedcollateral lives insidethe vaults of exaltedmemoryand that longwhip that strikeswith the wet tonguelashes the flesh. ever at theready, i see thingsin echoes, dormantseeds, Gothic light. i have put thingsin places, or i havenot, but together they float incolonies...

Friday, November 1, 2019

cherish

i cherish the leaf who's fall was of a design not in her control, and that she let go, floating in an aimless twirl, descending toward, descending without, abandoning resistance, embracing her fate, coming to full rest upon a watery bed joyful in the danc...