Children with unwiped tears

Atomic horizon speckled and on fire

Burn the fucking asphalt down to eternal toxic hell

We’ll wander below the crumbling overhang

Of everything we destroyed




Because they destroyed us first

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A vision foretold his tribe’s doom. Is the flame-haired beauty the trickster or his true love?

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She is preparing for death

Project, errand, a slow uncoiling of sorrow

Etching into her old bones

Love falls away in ashes

Let little by little through the cracks in ones fingers

Every sunset is a reminder of encroaching dark permanence

However many candles, lamps, incandescent are set out

And she is alone

Exhausted, terrified of questions that are already emphatically answered

Time is never a friend, less now more than ever

An ancestor, visiting on delicate wings of butterflies

Birds flitting small through the summer heat

Comfort fleeting

As she weeps solitary


Crystalline shores

In the embrace of your smooth swell

And deep clefts

I hide in the sand

Lose myself amongst the grains

The repetitious song of breakwater

And sea birds, skirting the horizon

A trance to lead into transition

Below, and so it is above

Porque, todo es Dios y dios


Chipped tea dishes, for pleasure only

A deep sky with torn clouds at sunset

How I question and murmur

Alone in my body

Where the universe closes in

Terrifying in all its infinity

So I hold tight to your hand

Sing a song to pass the worry

Take a breath

Fill my eyes with my bounty

And continue on


Woe is me

Low and under

Until you touch me like a spark

A little stroke

Bit of fire

Jumping out of my bones

Into my fingers

When you fill me

Girth and strength

Tastes of sunsets

Fresh rain on pavements

Relish, eager

This moment of perfection

For Us

A deep stirring

Shaken out from a nightmare

That we have lived

And lived over

We restlessly rise

Stretch our scars until they ache uncomfortably

Remembrance of each infliction

And how it bent and broke us

A reflection of historic wrongs in every way

We rise, and rise

For us


Rip the paper clouds

From the laden sky

A leaden catastrophe

As all my words leak

In rivulets down your face

Coat your white wings ashen

Blacken an already tarnished halo

A tongue to taste what I mean

A choke as they fill your throat

But never your heart

Grapple with these possibilities

With a singular weakness inside

You keep coming back

To my siren call

Wading into my perfect storm

Where all the shelter is destroyed

And only open fields remain

To lay and fuck

Under dark midnight skies

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Dryad’s Saddle

In a well lit wood

Stumble into fairy lights

Your feet are feather weight

Under my spell

A man from the mines

Bare chest and dirty

Filthy indeed

Hard as ore dug daylong

Hung as the horse that pulled your cart

Forget him, he grazes

You have only eyes for my slender blade

And dew wet pussy

Spread legs upon a dryad saddle

Think that I am too unsubstantial?

Perhaps you are right, come sunset

But now you can only feel my seduction