licking your coasts

September 1, 2018

If you were a peninsula, I would be the sea licking your coasts. Together we would wait for the tide to turn, that delicious moment when, your beaches flooded, you sing out to the sky from the depths of your being…

Sleep & Sex

September 1, 2018

Sleep was like sex. The less you had, the more you craved it.

Robert Dugoni
My Sister’s Grave

my piano

September 1, 2018

my first love was a piano, whom I met when I was five. currently, we are separated against our wills. except, my piano doesn’t have a will. it just sinks beneath poor choices, patiently abandoned in a town I haven’t lived in for two years –

converse for ever

September 1, 2018

We might go to moonlight ruins, cafés, dances, plays: converse for ever; sleep only while the moon covers herself for an instant with a thin veil.

Virginia Woolf
Letter to Vita Sackville-West, September 1928