A song of departure
When the touch of warm flesh has returned to your lips, And they yield as they once did on mine, …
When the touch of warm flesh has returned to your lips, And they yield as they once did on mine, …
Above us, where span the lactescent arcades of the sky, Where azure and pearl frame the cloud-swelling meadows on high, …
Roaring flames of treasure blaze Sparked by distant memory days Of pirate ships and ferns for spears Of splashing streams like …
Remember the Soldier Pass, orange rocks punched by water into seven wormholes painted on a cliff that bled into the horizon. …
I see the maps, watch you navigate – you will always find the shortest route between two points, I know – but no …
a massive rock juts up in the park like the claw of a slumbering leviathan sightless, I sit under it …
Montparnasse sits in silence as Hemingway scribbles alone at Le Dôme Café. On our fourth glass of mother’s milk he …
November Last time I stuffed a turkeyyou were sucking a burnt pinkyconfiding secrets about Uncle Carland reminding me of the importance of …