I tap at the alphabet while a single deer taps at the dirt beyond the brush on the far side of the tree line.
Long after midnight, we’re talking about our first time
Do not say anything anybody else has said ever. Things are not “bleached by sun.”
you know that baby swallows make silver ripples in wild rivers to court reeds?
The collective failure of ethical standards
People have always coped with flooding, and they learned to cope with death.
my father holds his favorite drink
I’msorry I‘ll see what happens iLife
The two of us toast to a man we both love, to whatever degree, clink our glasses and laugh…
Even from this distance I could go out the door it would bang shut and crumble
We stop doing dishes while a mile unwinds from the tree outside.
Live the rest of your life from one worst case to another.
the man is stayed bent over the canvas of my sofa. the man is me the man is him self and I bring down the whip…
Lights on the dashboard spell out “You still can’t kiss me”
Yes I am guilty, I’m guilty. A sin was desirable then. Bring the dancer back to the stalks.
Gravel-scatted hell & we were blessed to be able to hold on for even a heartbeat
I imagine that undressing a color, though, would be so much like peeling a memory away from the grey and the white matter of your brain.
I don’t know why I’m in the garden kneeling on dirt
I am still waiting for the lion
here is the sky in stop motion, flickering, a still shot in monochrome