Love’s Purgatory Veiled In Blue   Caught in your smile, the gentle way your lips move as you spoke through anfractuous teeth grinding out the veracity through geared gristmills, laden with powder– with what was left of my spirit, catching on the edge of…

  Misgiving Emotions are fleeting, but leave shadows in their wake. They follow stalk-eyed, peering through magnified lenses–watching as you undress. the folds of clothing fall in crumpled heaps and the voices slither from them, drumming the ear like fingers on a table. waiting patiently…