Posted in Literature on Jun 28th, 2009 4 Comments »
you reposed-
contoured in a shape
formed ridges,
dividing horizon.
my fingers were
clothespins.
my legs were
propping
while you stretched
receiving weight
some wet linen
hung, to dry
Posted in Film, Literature, Memoirs on Apr 28th, 2009 No Comments »
Sylvia, you struggled with the night, they don’t see you. And the madness you have kept along since your youth, stand watch to the agony of your desire, I feel you, even if Ted fades away. They seem to like you and your outbursts of anger, unmindful of the things you are so capable of [...]
