Daily Archives: April 29, 2012

                                                              illustration credit: vanilla puddle   Plant these words. I … Continue reading →

                                                                photo by mama zen . green iris opens … Continue reading →

  Miss Angelina Jolie has lips softly stung by a honeybee. She’s fond of lipstick, adultery, adoption But marriage? Not yet an option.   .

He’s reading Wallace Stevens again, gray bare places spilled free; he soaks them in, clad only in his own saltwater skin. .

(a Triolet) I don’t care much for alabaster skin I like a guy with a tan. I’m fond of daylight, always have been. I don’t care much for alabaster skin. I’m sorry for your toothy chagrin, but I’m hungry for … Continue reading →

Follow me to the sea this pewter alley lane the only space wide and long and deep enough to accommodate our intractable joy and our beating salt hearts, squander our sorrow. Breathe with me in blue, green, great flocks of … Continue reading →

  Let’s not befriend our bones. Let’s ascend, flow to silent, star-spilled places where verbs swirl and shine and taste like apricot honey blackberry wine and you and I finally, finally have time to translate this eyelash flutter this crooked … Continue reading →