europa ( Read more... )

for fifty and some days

i believed i was well

she is capable. she discovers her own strength. she lives at the watermill, gathering water in a wooden pail. she is not the miller's daughter. she is not of this country. her bare feet touch grass as she walks to the riverbank. there are little yellow butterflies ( Read more... )

at the coffee shop

outside, yellow leaves, dull silver skies, rain ( Read more... )

there's nothing for it tonight ( Read more... )

no i will not fall here ( Read more... )

my heart has become a lonely scavenger.
it feeds on whatever little scraps of love
it can find along the way.

i tie my shoelaces quick and i can sow a button on ( Read more... )

i heard it in the night, i felt it in the air
i knew it in the familiar electricity of your caress
i feel the shifting ground, i dread the lonesome sound
thar silent lullaby that lulls me to unrest:
the indifferent rythmns of distant cars, the wind whispering in the dark
the incantations of nighttime insects at their black art
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check my phone for your call ( Read more... )