Moan LisaOne hundred oscillations before the glass breaks; resonances and jealous fits of rage, the red flag…Your detrimental reconstruction passed through glass shards as they recombine with adolescent pearls of wisdom.Dec 16, 2017Dec 16, 2017
Moan LisaSophistication blooms where art meets literature, in the underbelly.With little kittens on hold, perceived failures frozen in glass, beneath the glass of cell phones and laptop monitors.Dec 16, 2017Dec 16, 2017
Moan LisaImplications of sexual intercourse; the fat nestled around our bones, cascading like the two…Dreams don’t entertain me.Dec 16, 2017Dec 16, 2017
Moan LisaHoming pigeons perceiving sex as a malnutritional metaphor for Ogallala hot air balloons speaking…Remarks about holiday survivalism renewed intercourse and cultural lucidity.Dec 15, 2017Dec 15, 2017
Moan LisaThe sensory input you give me, convalescent extract of paranoid psychology; the beating of your…The purr. As only you know how to do it, my tongue untrained in the art of Roman cat linguistics.Dec 15, 2017Dec 15, 2017
Moan LisaBefore, when all the leaves were dead and dried; and I stood at the edge, filtering out the UV rays…And you stood, across the table from me, reading my horoscope, planting Mars in tandem with Jupiter; and the Sun, and Plato’s opinionated…Dec 15, 2017Dec 15, 2017