‘Smells Sweet, not unlike Poison’

I was an uncertain form floating in gloom, stellar gestalt under a pear frond, and you painted the branch that I loved most and we nurtured and we matured and became whole through the time of our own although distant as dust, tethered through greys and through neons, a singular dot, upon our cheeks, beckons … Continue reading ‘Smells Sweet, not unlike Poison’

‘Three Months Ago, in August’

I cannot think, when your thoughts are all I have, and you cannot think, not anymore. • I laid on the floor in a home where I now float, where you made me touch the hearth, convinced me that stone was my own bone, that my flesh was the walls, that where we reside is … Continue reading ‘Three Months Ago, in August’