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Wild Glow

The city is not anyone’s anymore, as if it ever was. The empty railroad warehouses, where… Romance wore smudged faces, fought over a tough touch. Now, old bruises, vanished on the wide surface of skin. Strong arms refused to let go To lovers Who…

Alice

She sets a folded towel upon cool sheets, her ass makes a depression on the mattress. Silence is never a full-proof method of understanding each other, even if hands are involved. They touch, then they talk. Talking is never a full-proof method of… His…

Dust And Water

Clackamas River, August 2019      

Witches

Along the upper stream, in the summer mountains, the witches watch. Back in the city, they call them old growth. Each one has their own assortment of spells. Once you learn that fact, you realize why the forest looks as it does And if…

The Walk

She walks the old road, its surface malleable, as dirt reclaims its path. Once a smoothness exited, now gone, curves vanishing, the wind, indeterminant. Her bones feel like prisms, sharp angles, poking out of moving flesh, legs move with assuredness, tenderness. The road has soft…

Caught In The Tide

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Come at a Price

The amount of alcohol in her drink. The loudness of her laugh. Soft shirt sleeves, brushing raw, coded skin. Tender angst made her… Makes her Voice rise Like dinnertime restaurant dishes. All she said, forgotten. All she would have said, remembered.      

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