The Readers

Everything that separates skin from bone and dreams from the present, separates us from them. /// We are bound to each other by the danger that follows us intuitive types. /// Our thoughts are strung together with the moon and the rest /// of the world with membrane tissue. The world sleeps /// while we […]

Water

We are not impure though impure thoughts seep into you, drip into me, for we are not without lust, not without touch, not without mind. // We cut ourselves with each other’s tongues for want of release… release… release… but we don’t quite bleed enough. We don’t quite breathe enough, while our lungs are filled […]