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, […]

Summer

It is the third time this year summer aged for her, every night for eighty-four nights golden dreams reincarnate as the hours relive and we count with our fingers with fatigue, not pity.   For even as her lips stretch wide she is glistening with the sweat of labor and heart disease, her empty hair […]