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A Dream of Rain

iPhone 5 shotDon’t listen to the empty drone of nature’s agony, or the soft cadence of rain’s sorrow. The wet cringe of tossed hours, kisses absent the flood of desire, words poured from empty thoughts. Surrounded by moistened air, drowning in each breath vacant purpose without hands clinging to throat, breast, thigh or neck. Light […]

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Beautiful Corruption

iPhone 5 shot An infinite clear interrupted, we stare at the amassing rage of our distress and long for a return to calm, when words didn’t spill in a confused rush and taint the fashioned balance so desired. To take it back, to melt these utterances under sunlight would be to sear vibrance not only […]

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The Fleeting

iPhone 5 shot Close these days without effort. Sing them out of their duty and release yoke from necks strained by repetitive toil. A circuit broken, the hours stretch out in a straight line leading to a final sunset when kisses striate clouds over a leafy horizon and love sneaks glimpses of life as a […]

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An Exorcism

Her confessions rise like a billowing of smoke from her chest, sentient and reptilian. I draw them out of her, the bait for this hungry serpent that wants to continue drawing strength from her forever, but which is tempted by my caring manner and consideration. As she speaks of her past, it slinks into the […]

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Inviting the Storm

iPhone 5 shot In those instants when we saw our world ending, it was great wonder that swallowed our fear. We were not in our right minds, and swung our heads up to greet the oncoming maelstrom, holding onto each other with quaking bodies as delicious lightning struck and tore through everything we knew, obliterating […]

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Fire in the Void

iPhone 5 shotThis distant heart – radiant and reliable, a circle within endless cycles – demands response. Beheld in awe, mouths pull wide at the weight of it beauty, tears sting as hearts ache to understand its furious draw. To drift is to fight nature’s will, spitting in the face of laws that will desert […]

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It’s Been Said

These words are not his own. They’re borrowed from the mouth of a wandering heart, culled from minds blessed with immeasurably more eloquence. It’s all another role in this endless drama put on through each crawl the sun makes across the sky, a mask that fits for a spell, then cracks and breaks as truth […]

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Under Passion’s Claim

It’s those that share the air with us that are expected to draw from our clutter of irrationality a viper filled with poisonous strikes, but it’s instead the unknown; those colors and shapes undefined in daily life that could appear potentially so magnetic that our fixed position falters and we lose our senses, falling in […]

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Repetition

The push and pull of the moon on our oceans gives us the tides, and the waves lapping endlessly on our sandy shores are the very definition of what we call repetition. Reliable. Dutiful. Laced with sea foam and answering simple expectation.

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Black’s End

Blue, Green and Brown, they watch with a brand of attention that requires faith more than any religion, despite proof being tactile, devoted and welling up in great breaths as muscles grow tight and hearts momentarily arrest in their steady march into the next moment; time spent trading words like precious commerce for a broken […]

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