My freezing fingertips linger as peeling paper strands curl at the window's foot. Half torn cornflowers - icy parasols turned inside out - are...
I liked! Esp: And ships signal, parped engines weigh the beckoning calls together. french ambassadors, spanish armadas. And the cold chill,...
great rhythm and your cat images haunt me now.....
...undressed rivers... *licks* this was magic....
I saw the lightning fall that night. I watched it dance a liquid tango and bow to curse the elm. We kissed here once, but now the air is torn....
This is the chill of an empty grate. Muddy dogs passed through, brushed dandy by the skirting. Warm tongues and bulk. The chill of toes on...
I am the sidewalk of vampires, littered, with thoughts of the past. ....I'm connected to the struggle, the catapult, the skin of the rabbit.......
I'm creased from sleeping on the edges of dominoes. I'm without condiment, hidden, dishevelled. We're an earthquake, a warzone, an unholy mess....
"hot magenta" was lurvely
Agree with Kidder - great beginning, and I thoroughly enjoyed the rest of the journey too.
I seek communion, not consumption, for you are priceless. **** sighs. That we could all learn that.....
I haven't been around much lately so apologies for not popping by...I have a lot to catch up with!! And I will, in due course...I will peruse,...
This is rain you're not getting. They had it in Scotland yesterday. It will not reach you. Nor will this wind, this northerly knife that dries my...
Agree with Fulmah about that stanza - it's lush. Love the music box image. And agree with Kitten too - I love that this is beautiful, not edgy.
This two-piece is a flatterer! It snuggly cups, and clutches firm your curves, in ivy leaves and pretty. The lace, when pulled over cream pins,...
A finger points at a minaret and generations stamp their feet and maps fall and mountains with them. Caterpillar tracks on the cots of spacemen,...
Hey bathala nice to see you've gathered some old classics on here!! I haven't read this whole thread cover to cover, as it were but this was a...
That small glitch in the air, technological downtime. Bad clouds. Bad guns. Bad overheads. Left you clutching flesh and plastic, lonely,...
Corrugated conversation, drowned in pub, or popstars, or network crackle. Sighs carry across skies and are met with silence, unintended. Would...
I see you, gargoyle, on the hot tin roof, hearing bangs and counting tracers. Reassuring drawl in my ear, my nervous giggle, and the itching...
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