Tag Archives: love

Tryst

Envy of petals upon the lips of raindrops– perishable tryst.

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Ecstasy 101

True solar eclipse, when Teresa took the plunge of Love’s gilded spear.

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Anais’s Verizon Plan

With a diarist’s intimacy and candor, Anais composed her dawnrise text to Henry and then hit SEND, grateful for the fast-flying expedient breath of a cellular technology that had yet to be invented.  

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Legend

Summer in Brooklyn, hydrant dreaming in graffiti– legends of childhood.

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Piety

By piety’s standard, a radiant guise, refracting the levels and measures of a true mirror– woman, man, silence, choir.

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Enclosure

She has held this position of constant sorrow for millennia, ennobling the grief of sundered hearts too human to bear openly.

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American Beauty

It was only after they were dropped off and left alone in the middle of an autumn-brushed field, that she realized that the man with whom she was paired was no longer her husband, or never had been; the stranger’s … Continue reading

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Nephilim

Between thorny and immaterial, Heaven became them in the cold luminous light of Nephilim exacting double-exposure on celluloid.

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Ashprint

Out of the ashes arose nothing recognizable. Embers, in memory, projected a blank sheaf of light to cover the loss.

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Grapple

To constantly grapple with the past feels like strangling a mannequin, your hands sacrificed to false intimacy and the empty reaping of love’s labor by unreal standards.

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