writer. reader. dreams in 35mm.
she’s facing away
i am ready for you so write through me,
breathe right into the well of my calling
and let the voices glisten, let it glow.
i have seen the…
it’s been six weeks. is it wrong to succumb?
i’ve run out of places to hide, but i keep you.
i keep you out. see the…
i think i’ve found it. six years it seems. my own voice. the writer’s voice. glimpses of it — i see it glint on the…
no one could see
i carry you around more than i’d care to admit.
a shadow to keep me. a shadow to ride.
to touch with shallow hands, these are the hands…