I hesitated I held back all my feelings And I freed myself

books were safer than people anyway, you always knew were you stood fiction, no fiction, F A N T A S Y people pretend to be what your looking for while trying to turn you into what thier looking for some use lies like sweets…

I walk on an island unkown Swash moaning softly till it tames I take empty steps to empty new phase Tell new morn birds I’ve got a friend   A book from the shore of the blues Take me back in time For i have…

To be. To feel. To experience that which is unimaginable in truth. To pretend, and say these words without thinking, yet meaning each one. The art of the play, of drama, of comedy, of tragedy brings to view what others never want to live: an…

“I am begging: Let me be lonely but not invisible.” – Natalie Diaz To be alone Can be lonely To be invisible Is to be nothing at all

Last night together walking over Whangarei bridge. Finally, the truth.

“I am begging: Let me be lonely but not invisible.”  – Natalie Diaz- Let me tell you my feelings Let me know if you want me But don’t ignore me I’m real Not a puppet I am here You can call me But don’t ignore…

I touch feline fur, and feel the deep purr it makes my heart whir then beats in rhythm with her.   Holding soft anole my heat warming its cold how is it though they feel no temp at all?   Still, they always crawl and…

A glass that stinks of gin straight from the bottle or the Juniper berry wherever Juniper trees grow next to the pond where the fish are forced to be huge so we have more fish to throw away when the fork scrapes the plate and…

A hand reaches to feel the solidity of life beneath it. The granite anchor of presence, promise, dependable occupancy. the awakening flower unfurls, a body breathes deep as the dress falls, to embrace warmth, widow and widower, touching a song inside one another, to feel…