allowed to curdle be pressed and aged many would end their passionate poverty devouring its thick slices wedged into tomato and lettuce...

like straight as the crow flies when we all know the dips and dives and pitstops that old bird makes along the way

flapping under him a leaf watched a butterfly maybe I should try

cruelty an infection of ghosts conniving in sneaky glances cold shoulders nasty words stinging actions for a deeply rooted disease the...

Do you think Judas’ mother knew?

when my love asks another’s to dance it’s ridiculous to expect everyone to say Why of course! still hearing no I often stumble backwards...

holding a warm stein of wind and finishing a last bite of sunset’s golden dessert I am hoping that somewhere in the lineup of back alleys...

we long for a deeper love like a wave weeps for the ocean or a breath searches for fresher air or light is drawn to greater brightness ...

silence often composes messages in ther eyes which many can easily interpret others must watch your mouth having failed that course on...