rose in midair

I suppose I could become a wave in the night. They come in, rocks and tide, ripping the sand and following the wind. I suppose I could becom...

the day the world ended, i collapsed my body was leaving itself i couldn't see or hear but heart found me through, hers and mine

i've been putting volcanoes in my poetry my whole life, and i finally walked passionately along the the base of one

you will know when i have arisen you will hear the absence of my tears.

also he said he liked my poem the one i recited or made up at the time about hiking across his chest my fingers that is

notes: like volcanoes except maybe even more surprising more burning with liquid heat my ears my heart spreading spreading and maybe even mo...

yes, i enjoy invisibility from time to time but not today.

if i went to wyoming, i'd kiss the trees and watch my breath form shapes in the fog we'd listen, and we would be unstimulated but so...

impossibly possible what are the opportunities that are borne of this moment? what are we missing by thinking about tomorrow?

what does sexuality mean? why is it so important to some and not in others? what does it signify? is this nature or nurture?