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Underneath the surface

It lurks beneath the surface. A grief, you must know, a grief that I cannot quite find the right words to encapsulate its shape and size, the weight of it, the graininess of its taste it my mouth, the sourness on my tongue… I hate it. (I hate it with all my being) When it … Continue reading

Just a week

Some times all it takes is just a week. Being home puts you in familiar places and familiar places call, to the heart and to the mind, familiar habits. In other words, it is easy to do exactly the same thing you have always done if you stay in exactly the same place, surrounded by … Continue reading

Sever the stem

If I could sever my brain from my body I wonder what the outcome I wonder what I would say yes to I wonder from what I would run If I close my eyes And shut off my thoughts I sink into the pleasure Of you Not of your slick body Not of the outpourings … Continue reading

Bits and pieces

There are parts of me that are broken That will never be fixed Pieces of me which have been shattered

For want of everything

I want everything for us. I want for us to have a full life. Continue reading


You think presence is presence. I know that absence is more than.

Abandon hope all ye who enter

Well. It’s been almost eight months and the relationship that I had thought (hoped, believed, put faith in) as being, potentially, the one that would go the distance. I was wrong.

galloping horses

If wishes were horses And horses were wishes I would trade every wish and every horse and give you this Give you me 


On the overground they want to see the sun. In the underground they want to be incognito, to get to where they’re fucking and then come back. London is a city of charm, but it has no fairy tales. No, there no fairy tales in londontown, just dreams that haven’t died yet.

This girl has me trippin’

Over my own two feet. No, not really (read: yes, really) because she is right up my “power alley” as one friend would say, ready for a “conversion special” as another would add to that. 

Raison d’etre

"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

April 2018
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