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The End

It was all about to end as the sun faded to black and the crack inside the galaxy shattered into eternity and the moon decided to leave and she swiftly took the seas to spite our disappearing light into the desert we were led and all our hope was surely dead but as the windsContinue reading “The End”

Bodega Roses

Lower East Side at midnight his place filled with lingering wafts of 3 pm spliffs and empty bottles of cheap scotch, I can never remember the brand. It made him feel like James Bond or Hemingway when he drank it. I didn’t want to make him feel bad. Bodega roses of red and yellow justContinue reading “Bodega Roses”

Moonlight

It was never ok, Never quite settled Or content, Always a sense of Rattled hearts And splintered fingertips, Reaching for the moonlight As it spilt across your back On October nights when The windows were open And the air was cool As ice in tall glasses On Saturdays in July, But you never stirred, UnableContinue reading “Moonlight”

Wildflowers

Heavy eyes Failing to look towards The light, Even when it’s dark as midnight, As if searching for the emptiness They wish to escape. Sinking, hollow pit Pulling down the guts, Anchoring them to the immovable Feast of a desperate life, Malignant melancholy That freezes the heart Between beats, And rips the hair at theContinue reading “Wildflowers”

1906

It was all too much, each day the heavy weight of continuing on waited to crush her, knowing her arms were too weak to lift the load above her head once it fell. She couldn’t hold it off any longer. It had hung there for far too long, taunting her, teasing it’s imminent collapse. HerContinue reading “1906”

Bodega Roses

Bodega Roses Lower East Side at midnight his place filled with lingering wafts of 3 pm spliffs and empty bottles of cheap scotch, I can never remember the brand. It made him feel like James Bond or Hemingway when he drank it. I didn’t want to make him feel bad. Bodega roses of red andContinue reading “Bodega Roses”

Bloomsbury

I saw the edge of the universe that I had been seeking since 1924 at the bottom of an empty glass at The London Pub as the sirens of Bloomsbury wailed and filled my ears, my eyes connecting with Virginia Woolf as I wandered onto the pavement of Woburn Place, but I lost her asContinue reading “Bloomsbury”

Bodega Roses

Lower East Side at midnight his place filled with lingering wafts of 3 pm spliffs and empty bottles of cheap scotch, I can never remember the brand. It made him feel like James Bond or Hemingway when he drank it. I didn’t want to make him feel bad. Bodega roses of red and yellow justContinue reading “Bodega Roses”

The End

It was all about to end as the sun faded to black and the crack inside the galaxy shattered into eternity and the moon decided to leave and she swiftly took the seas to spite our disappearing light into the desert we were led and all our hope was surely dead but as the windsContinue reading “The End”