poetry is time wrung through presence which means there is no poetry in heaven because there is no time in heaven and poetry is what time...

My life is one big lie. Im not a girl and everyone has to pretend with me I try to get girls who lie about not being girls, and boys who...

the horizon blurs out here where there's only ocean for the sky to meet here one can see the firmament reprise its original role to...

stone becomes cushion enough to walk on through the alchemy of water and time a beach is just tangible testament that ocean can transform...

I look best in the dim light Face angles softened in waning contrast Hair only seen where it should be My body's silhouette, believable...

I look best in the dim light Face angles softened in waning contrast Hair only seen where it should be My body's silhouette, believable...

i dress in red sometimes too my bod hot gorgerous smoking so I understand the sun, when she wraps herself in the sultry veneer of the...

i surrender like a tree-branch bent earthward by gravity i surrender like a canopy thrust sun-ward by its thirst i surrender like an old...

green scales up the mountainside of your iris in soft brush with small leaves and thicket-branches a thousand little brambles and bushes...

for chochmat halev's tu b'av (jewish valentine's day) service, 5781 <3 ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ Love is illogical...