His Siren Song

I think he is made of water. A spirit from the deep.The flawless, tight, muscles of his backbuilt from long nights, and countless laps. He was shy, but his body was not. Nor should it be.Liquid wood framed his being, a carvedmaster work, waterlogged as if eternally        adrift. I am eating a sweet tangerine […]

You Made Plans

So, I combed my hairwith a blue combjust so you could ruffleit up and-             You left me on read…? I put on a freshnew black shirtjust so you could stripit off, but now-             You weren’t into the conversation…? I look nice and youdon’t plan onchangingthat. Now-             You aren’t going to text me […]

The Psalms of Solomon’s Bride

(Excerpt form The Rootwork)            The picture at the corner of my cluttered desk was bordered by a simple wooden frame. It was a wedding photo, taken deep in the woods on a misty morning. The fog clung to the forest floor like the veil over the woman’s face. Almost lost in the mist was a […]

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