

The Meadow by the HarborThey nod their pretty heads away, the little flowers, cloyed and velvet sick, and bend dreaming toward the clay.The Meadow by the Harbor
They languish of the sun's insistent way, and of the chthonic heartbeat of the seismic: They nod their pretty heads away.
The gawking blonde child in the poppies is at child's play: flaying the too-fecund blossoms that with foul syrup stick, then bend dreaming toward the clay.
They droop benumbed in ether sway. The wind throws them together in fitful colic; They nod their pretty heads away.
Here, the innocent little bees are the col


SeahorsesThe glass seahorse, when struck with a short clean nail, does not resonate. The sound is gulped up like one ambushed by a grim fat eel, posing cleverly. The luminous seahorses in the mangroves are like sodden angels, covered in argent spines that bristle against the haven of black roots. They are the scattered children of Icarus, born from his shattering on the sharp-looking sea.Seahorses


Parting of WaysYou're gone now, for however many more years, but we hope it will be months, until I can afford a plane ticket and time away from my life. The little flamingo from the string of lights twined through the rail of my bed lay on the bookshelf, a product of your careful placing due to my careless leaning, popping it off from the flock. It is how we have always been; the reckless and the mindful, a perfect creature.Parting of Ways
Before she died, clouded in wafting smoke and the noise of sewing machines, surgeon general's warned, you and I spent nights on Grace Street, while your mother sat inside, wa
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My worlds a circus, and you're my dancing bear and clowns.
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Touched Inappropriately by Genius
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~ Skrir
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"I'll dream you up on this vast dark bed/believe I loved you for each hair upon the back of your neck/And I want to kiss you but I can't/Down on the river by the sugar plant."
-Mike Doughty "Down on the River by the Sugar Plant"
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