I sit in this bookstore where I feel detached from the young and too young to be the old. Miles away, memories come in with the fog and rest their toes at the edge of the water. The only promise of life is the sound of fury from beyond what only the lost can see.Continue reading “Sitting at Powell’s”
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Morning Dew
On teardrops and rose petals, I come to you, slipping through your window, just past the morning dew. I touch you with a whisper, kiss you with my heart, an echo from the past, a promise in the dark. Your body moves alongside me, beyond the years and past the many miles in this placeContinue reading “Morning Dew”