ANA
I hold it in: that lingering crawl of it on my tongue, down my esophagus not yet…
I hold it in: that lingering crawl of it on my tongue, down my esophagus not yet…
Life without finance is like love without life: contrived, expectant, waiting for the die never cast, wings…
Spied me standing here, unaware of those precious neologisms that your baby clutches like you do handrails…
Caught between a stone and a bottle, we all three shattered under the streetlight with a single…
Draw as you push, down toward the clavicle– NO NO, STOP. Down! Toward the clavicle, the boundary…
To teach the parables of passing, no me quitte why do we reach by those same extensions…
As if ten thousand hours could be done in eight days, two lovers’ rendezvous would then commonplace…
If the renaissance preferred eclectic, then modernity panders asklepian rites for private practice in antisepsis. A goat…