cracks in the old stone cry out to melike a whimpering fairy with golden eyessmooth still, aging skin upon the river swept rockssweltering, charming a parasol’s reflection of the mirthful sun as you rub their skin, it is softlike a new pup’s underbelly, yieldingas lovers, we often lean upon our stony surfaceyou, the royal stem…
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“He is” – now live on hotel masticadores
the savory smell amongst loblolly pines and chestnut oaks whispers lying beneath scarlet sunset which calls nocturnal animals to rise the slope of a mountain, the roar of a waterfall that tumbles with immense force to mold and smooth the pebbles within smells waft from the head of a newborn, milk swells in the breast…
live on masticadoresusa, my new piece “Reflection”
Reflection White is the oval mirror of my exodus from the fearsome actions of the monsters in the red-brick house. Dark eyes blister as my heart pulses a bleak opus once again. An offering given by a stranger concealed with golden paper and wildflowers singing. After five years of her pleasure, I perceive the wonder…
