Creează un cont pentru a te abona la acest blog și a-i urmări articolele pe pagina Lectură.
-
“I would kill for those lashes”, she whispered As locks fell, the whisper itching as much My eyes never saw themselves until later, Emerald with gold flakes, I typed, in the blue light For a time they were, until other shapes began to form My hair shooting
-
Their limbs were healthy, in the glowing sun.
-
“I got us shots!”
-
“Yeah, excuse me, can we get some fresh fruit ova here?
-
My consistently numb slumber was rudely pierced by the soft, beeping cry for help.
-
“First off, thanks to God – or Jesus – you know what, throw one up for the Holy Spirit too, bro never gets the hearts.
-
The cough behind me squeezed me forward.
-
This content is password-protected.
-
I hum under the velvet sheen of oil Splayed across my 78 matte black members Some keys sit distant, isolated for years, dormant but bright asdfjkl; purring as a tiger cub, Crouched to leap in to the Jungian Clacking like a curious baby duck through the le…
-
The doves clock in at Piazza San Morco for their morning shift Cats slit their eyes – eager to fatten She makes a promise, a pledge Winking at you on a moody piece of glass At noon the emperor emerges to sunbathe – nude The taste of burnt paella mingles w…