mapping inexact propensity
mapping inexact propensity Not meant to Mention. What does not Matter. Such as assumption Of what you Or I Might… possibly…
Read More →mapping inexact propensity Not meant to Mention. What does not Matter. Such as assumption Of what you Or I Might… possibly…
Read More →“Don’t drink today,” says Charlie. His left hand connects with my ass in three ways. Slap. Grab. Shove. A gust of air-conditioning sails from the Lex and 43rd entrance to Grand Central Station....
Read More →He’s the sort of character that makes your pupils dilate. My black hole gaze is tracing the shift of his shoulders and sway of his hips as his expression of nearness rapidly unveils.
Read More →managing unclaimed manacles I thought I could Say your eyes lit me up. I thought You could see. Hear. Sway to my cautious cadence. Visit a place Hidden below dusty wings. When you...
Read More →Layla has legs that stop traffic, like the ordinary stride of Lester’s steps that usually know nothing about yellows and reds. She whisks him with a linen swish on the corner of eighth...
Read More →officiating agreement dalliance shift (what if) we stopped construing. annotated anxiety (fine print) subtitles. anomalous translation (my name) in your language of concretized sighs. expel my tells of how (it felt) authentic. expeditious...
Read More →Preparing for take off blog family! Running running running… and writing… writing writing. A poem of mine was featured today HERE blowing dandelion petals with crossed fingers
Read More →You know those tracks that you put on repeat for days at a time? I came across a new favorite recently. It comes from the incredibly talented Joseph Quintela. The name of the...
Read More →My feet were shaking, I mean – maybe they were cold? Because my hands felt different too, like they were (softer) so cold. I tapped my heel to jazz to warm them up....
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