“dashes”

Behold – this lingering breath of mine it haunts and teases you from the tip of the tide the midnight water blue diluted from my rustic pen overflowing very droplets from my veins right by the heartstrings and they tender to you – I call from the raging stillness of the wild the rustling of … More “dashes”

a response to letters of O’Keeffe and Stieglitz, to the dashes

it is as if the dashes continue, and if they are long enough, they serve as a link between you and I, so we can connect even on letters via words. a bond too great to be severed and too sophisticated to be bound by commas and fullstops only dashes, they linger. they lead on, … More a response to letters of O’Keeffe and Stieglitz, to the dashes

“shatter me”

you put your fist onto the mirror cracks and reflects a thousand images of me too cracking on the floor and you bleed from your white knuckles clenching the revitalizing rage awakened who you truly are a man consumed by fear and worthlessness but love or perhaps possessiveness redirected your hurt towards the wall and … More “shatter me”

“singularity”

we are numbers population, passport, death certificate and we are full of numbers two songs stuck in my head, four books to read one poem with one view and you are that singularity capable of rendering other numbers to zero except mine you combine mine with yours into an infinity of endless possibilities one candle … More “singularity”