Outlanders

This is what i think about palpitating under 2 am peace and steady cement: Between the newspaper office and home by a ceremonial mountain is a place called summer; our skin liquifies every time we trespass in floral ties and birth certificates umbrella-blessed against harsh winds or sunshine. we have a way of protecting ourselves, […]

Glory

About the ashes we gather eye-to-eye breathing, the nocturnal stained sheets colorblind and strewn messy as we marched, as in our dreams: badge beneath tongue summer sun drinking the shaded purple of your beard. It reminded us of   when your eyes were pierced, black hearts flaming scared even the bullet as the confetti sucked […]

My Sister

My sister with the voice of stone. My sister with the heart of seasonal raging. My sister with the forehead of a bald snow-kissed savanna of alabastrine dust on top of alabastrine dreams.  My sister with the voice of an elongated pipa string With the face of the innocuous flesh of deer Dripping original sin.  […]