i needed to drop these poems off :| (well, poems in flash-fiction form, sketches, that is). they might be wordvomit or wordpoison tho, im still not sure. by title theyre On Leaving, Summer Sketch, and The Dead-End Road. i cant remember why i wrote Summer Sketch tho, it seems to just be an aesthetic piece.

( Living in your shadow once you'd turned to stone on me; it turned into a quiet war that few people attended. )

poemz? 7 of them! The Language of Touching, Sailing Through the Sea of Your Breathing, Ocean Tides, The Camera, The Vultures, The Face of Courage, and Toward the Shoreline.

( Something sweeter, too, the dewdrops off the vocabulary and the cadence of your muscle speaking back to me through the clever- real pretty, real smart- veil that's your skin touched.. )

jeezis. here are 13 poems where there should be none. and by "should be none" i mean that there should be fic here instead of poetry. anyway, by subject they're just varied, and by title they are: Winning in Life, Fast Cars and Dark Night, To Live in Yr Hands, The World Underwater, On The Kingdom, Key, Sinning in the City, The Road, Untitled and ( Read more... )

so here we have 3 sketches, and 3 poems (and half a poem, but that's for explanation); the sketches utilize a format that occurs naturally, but has its justification in that i've seen it used by both TS Eliot and Pablo Neruda- poem in prose, i guess. some of them are prolly weird. all written under a spell. and here ( Read more... )