I sit at my desk And I see from the window That dusk is falling; Falling with the leaves Of the ancient apple tree Coaxed by autumn's breath. Then I...
She placed the book on the bedside table fondled the navel jutting sharply like an extra nipple from her ripening belly. As the morning cicadas sang...
Sleeping Bounty What a sweet coma was gifted to me - where dreams as vast and various as the patterns that wind and twist in the fabric draped around...
Before Vegas I remember when the air was so cold and still that our eyes ran with the smoke from that first pipe and we heard the geckos stir beneath...