remember those days?(so many millions of miles away now… ) of slow dancing to patsy clinein small-town dive bars and… Read more a nostalgic love note to myself and joe, in bygone days.
in my dreams, i feel you. your skin hot against mine, trembling in polyrhythm with my heart… you paint kisses… Read more a question to ponder (with potentially life- and astrally-significant implications)
there are ways in which your mere existence is wildly distracting to me.
my mind bends with desire for you. deliciously frustrating, you are. i hate you. and i .
i sit on my porch the early summer breeze blowing over my bare shoulders… reading about [*goddess] isis and dreamily imagining… Read more poetic notes that are entirely non-work-related
i’ve been on a journey. one of the most important of my life. and a journey that is entirely invisible… Read more reflections on a difficult break-up
i have wondered sometimes if this heat with you this meltingyearningaching this rush of emotion and sensation that entirely overpowers… Read more i have wondered sometimes
your love demands my existence. perhaps some days.. you forget the weariness the constant vigilance of remembering to exist.
you and me baby we speak so many thoughts we have none left for poetry is it true that good… Read more even for you
is this an ancient line of poetry, delicate beauty unwinding in a complex rhythm, intertwining our souls? or the residue… Read more spinning