Poetic lines sing to me in quiet reflections. When I take note, I commune with a power greater than me, and I’m awarded for paying attention.


Through creature’s innards I exitmaw between rows of shark teethspit into a bottomless oceanSheets tangle captures anklesaching in dungeon’s slopNo, not there, I stop not to wakethe too-still man beside meCheck his chest, knobby fist clutch silk sheets… he sleeps​In murky office I murmurhunch-shoulderedrecord nonsense for laterGrab my journal press words on a blank pageWet nose pushes […]

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