a child's stubby pointer crest of sand beneath the nails reaching stroking soft as mango flesh but putri malu is coy her feathered leaf recoils tight as a fist and the tiny flower maid curtsies apologetically on the beach the softest wave curls greenly under hunching and afraid the warm ocean breeze whispers "too shy. … Continue reading Shy Princess
I'm just awake with the clocks all glowing ground down with grazing from thought to thought eyes like goggles swollen and garbled and no stars to blink with basting the gloaming it's just me and the typewriter rain I'm in somnia and can't get out flailing or breathing from heartbeat to heartbeat sleepy but hanging … Continue reading After Midnight
last night the ocean was not deep crimped with sand bars and an eel's whiskered mug shot behind an elopement of grey i snorkeled surfacing often to measure my distance from the shore adrift in time, or so it seemed, in a dowdy eloquence of grey i prefer the nights when I plunge past the … Continue reading sleep
Out of the Cave 