Category Archives: Writing

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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Iconic

When you painted me eggs for breakfast, the little cute ones – smiley faces, mustached, some crowned some done up on little crucifixes made of bone, sinew, spit and tears, my first reaction was one of hollow, righteous indignation, rage. … Continue reading

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Air

Scudding in metal tubes, breathing in recycled breaths. Spinning turnstiles, merry go rounds, bladed pinwheels. My hands cut open by edged receipts, boarding passes, desperate sketches from forlorn children… missed baseball games, concerts, birthdays and… that soup of missed connections, … Continue reading

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Attic. Dusty Boxes.

I do not know which is worse. Finding a personal, loving letter from someone you cannot seem to remember. Or Finding a personal, loving letter from someone you cannot seem to forget.

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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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Faust Fails Bulgakov

I refuse to take part of the power which forever wills evil and forever works good.

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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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