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An Artist Can Never Lose Their Art

“What does your husband do?”

”Love me.”

She suppressed her chuckle out of politeness for the woman on the other end of the line. “I think you may have misunderstood the question, Ma’am. 1,225 more words


Take Me There

I want to go,

Where innocent beauty pierces
every atom in every soul,

Take me there,

Where the dazzling fibers
of love nests are born, 26 more words



I think of you, in the moment between awake and sleep; when I’m halfway between the virtual and real.



These days, I am more shadow and less human. Instability is a state of consciousness, a normal way of life. To know with extreme certainty is abnormal. 151 more words


Numbers Replace

Electronic after thought
After every dream
After all pain
Pulsing tender temple
Odd numbers hesitate
Singing Nanna agitates
Guilt follows quick.
“Shall we go?”
Such soft questions; 22 more words


Invisible cage 

yesterday I found myself in an invisible cage.

It happens sometimes.

The rain drops that fall from the sky might as well be drops of the most caustic acid… 266 more words



I dream about lying down in the rain. My side hugs the muddy ground and my limbs tuck inward. My spine curves like the hill behind my house. 264 more words