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Rant mode activated. I heard three people complain today about how they tried to work out but just couldn’t do it, or didn’t feel like going to the gym, and and how they wish they could just close their eyes, wake…
I was asked, by the amazing VOYCE* to write a piece for something he’s been working on, something that would speak to the word worthless as it relates to relationships… the way you touch me even though it intoxicates me I…
In those cold January days, early in the year of the answers, she practiced holding her own soul. At dawn, at dusk, fully. She kept an eye on it all day long. Whenever it murmured or whimpered she stopped…
I love the autumn like I love the rain for it beckons the secrets of life with each passing day it knows about death and how natural it is even as it is desolate both in vision and in heart…
her body laid before him like an angel, slain and split open like a sacrificial offering with each slow strum of his fingers a chord resonates through her body the curves of her silhouette reflected in the luster of his…
Heavy and thick And cold comes as the wind picks up Trees swaying in unison You taught me how to tell the rain How to feel it’s coming on my skin And in my nose How to tell my…
the smell of paint reminds me of my grandfather my mother’s father, he was a painter paint cans were everywhere, in all of if his three garages and cats so many cats, kittens and dogs he always had at least one…
