White peonies, bouqueted with a silk bow,are tossed aside, having been discarded like time,on a gilded vanity and rest now atopsomething old. Something new is being readon the corner chaise through fogged eyes. “My dear pleasemeet me there…” scrawled hastily in smudged black ink. A quick knock- a proposal to talk,black tied and tired, her […]


in the chilled dampness of the shadowed up-room, i sat atop warped boards with you quite still.   i watched your fingers, marrow-hued and long, as they stroked framed paper faces and shook.   glass captured phantoms blurred- melted from wet. drowned by bedewed, lymphatic ink, they wept.   your same-sogged eyes moved, focusing on […]