I lay down with him in a bed of smoke Lipstick stains on the rims of his glasses From where he brushed up against my mouth And let words...

Pungent is such a thick word Full of itself and aromatic Spoken on a practiced tongue Inhaled with a full breath Like fresh cut grass It...

What is the true determinant of joy? Is it never having to argue my existence, ever-safe in the knowledge that I am human, worthy and...

Sorrow The day got rough seemingly out of nowhere. Tension is creeping at the edges of my brain, kneading on my skull like a desperate...

I could gift you broken dishes Stained in crimson and ecru You Would hold them in your soft fingers Pliant / tenderly caressing the...