Category Archives: Love

Horse Hair Skier

Your nails still refuse to drag along my skin. Snow leopard. You… Your nails retracted, tongue curled, folded. Padding away into a mountains dark crevices. Where I, kokburu player, goat tosser extraordinaire, mad skier across Tuvan skies, lasso in hand and elk … Continue reading

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Stay: Audio

So, riffing off Stay, a poem I wrote back in autumn. Curious what you think. I’m trying to work through some things… what love is all about, which is a rather large topic, how do we identify when we’re in … Continue reading

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“Stay”

What is the edge of love? One moment, solid ground. Something… lost. We never remember falling asleep. We never know the edge of love. Is it water, contained by only dry continents… then, destroying their edges? Lapping. Eating Owning. The … Continue reading

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Almost Nocturnal

Almost got to touch you, tonight. Caracal… you purr. Cat. Nails. Some light scratch. Tail slipping through grass. Almost got to touch you.

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There Is a Thing

To be said, about love. Birthed in the shadow of the rock, a daughter of Tyre                        thou art my hiding place dozing, salamander curled, nose to tail, fire banked, … Continue reading

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I Cannot Love Like a Leper

I love like a leper. Putting all the odd bits and bobs of me out on a shelf, an eye, an ear, a favored toe. Hobbling about on twinned islands, made for lamed people like us. Painting other’s faces with … Continue reading

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Nimrod’s Lips

Broken. All my words broken. Asunder and cracking. A slinger hurling stone against my forehead, Breaking me. I had one language; and this I began to do: Nothing was restrained from me, which I had imagined to do. Now, my … Continue reading

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