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  • Summer Crossing

    and somehow it is better that we are apart- by sea, by timezone, by distancefire will come from  our fingers at the slightest touch you seeand i will love you too muchmore than even…

  • Jacksta Mucha

    This is me,  transformed if Mucha painted me.   Your words circle like soaring birds which never land. I will try to catch them and take them back for my people to hear.– Blue…

  • Blue Water Boy

    pinionjuniperour cousin- copal the bead between my teethe we are smoke on the dried rivertins cans there nowhuff town u.s.aa shamea hidden something tossed warrior a go away girla not so long girla there,…

  • Void of Compass

    Stained ink on worn leather Slide down the curvature of symbol You know how I scribble on anything here, there   My scrawl A sip Chug of your dark brew Inhale of the deep…

  • Malady

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  • words

    3:00 AM still awake she is painting on the red board, hammering gold leaf around the corners of the rooms, having dismissed her young lover for having such a weak suck at birth, she’s…

  • Driving

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  • Looking For You

        I have been beyond your reach, I know-  I see that many come here not looking for me, but for you. Recently- they look for you  r_i_d. They seek you out, I…

  • Red Medicine

       here is the red medicine you made                                            gifted me see how this puzzle box makes it appear opaque?just an illusion– yet another of…