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What is white that fits in Black and white halves and Black smash? I bet his hands would hold the stretch I bet my body would shake, if pressed I was full of sex and honesty full of him and … Continue reading
I was sure your taste on my gums had evaporated but I found you awake in my hands sliding down my wrists like a messy egg yolk stopping first between my palms then between my thighs so I tried to … Continue reading
My poems, “Song of Myself” and “Opening on Your Closing” are in the latest edition of Typoetic on pages 53, and 64-65. *one of the stanzas printed twice in the second poem.
you loved me whole from the gut until my flesh was caught in your teeth then you sliced me open with your heat all I remember is fuck you and fuck me and we fucked and forgot until the words … Continue reading
I just finished taking the course Digging Deeper, Facing Self and I am pleased to share my two poems featured in the anthology from the course, Armed With Only Our Souls. The pages go from left to right and my … Continue reading
I said “please just take my flesh” because the memory is not enough I have written poem after poem about closed hands and open heart wide mouth and skin wet crush through to the bones (she said wind would carry) … Continue reading