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i want to admire your truth.

i want to admire your truth.

i’ve always been fascinated by the kind of art others don’t appreciate, the poetry etched in haste on the bathroom stall, the graffiti scrawled on passing train cars i suppose i love the abstract, the undefined, the stuff we share thinking no one will notice (but...
we are poetry.

we are poetry.

words sit thick like cotton on the tongue waiting to be spun into a dress of pretty prose for strangers to wear, letters and lace to drape across the shoulders of people we will never meet, soul stories told by hands that hold tendrils of magic we move between...
dip-dyed prose for darkened skies.

dip-dyed prose for darkened skies.

messages transported by a knot of sparrows across the spectrum of colors we ride on the backs of a birdsong and melt into the fire of tomorrow, souls ablaze in the flashpoint  of the words we were too afraid to share we’re crossing lines and time zones  as they swim...
Lifegiver

Lifegiver

my heart gets just as fixated as my mind these days, each pulse feeding into some chronic compulsion to run, to run, to run away darkness betrays, shadows threaten to exsanguinate (your name tastes bitter in my blood) and I’m clinging to anything that feels like...