Before, I was drowning in silence. Without you would be life without music. Of all the things that move through me, as the afternoon sunlight stretches over our bed I give myself to you, taste my skin like you do when our legs are tangled….

Two worlds divided Of both seen and unseen A medium once confided: “It’s by mediation that they convene”   A mirrored reflection Inverted when seen But its origin— we loosen When the future was foreseen   For as the present time may serve As a…

They watch us eat, quarrel, make love, sleep. ~ Of All the Highrises, Cathy Park Hong, Engine Empire In these sparse rooms, grief hangs like a bland painting. The ones with heavy shoulders, they work shaking hands through their hair. The small ones, the ones…