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Thousands of dusty footsteps, a million scattered thoughts. Vibrations and pulsing beats dance, spin, thrum upon the skin. Do you feel their aching bones, can you read their minds, not tongues? If the world were to stand still for just a fro…

at the purple pause of twilight we went and painted the town red, drove down burnt copper avenues bathed in slanting silver sunbeams. if the music were not so loud, the soft sounds of the stream, birdsong, the wails of the lady in rags…

Another adventure– burning blue bonfires, hot cocoa in cold cups, dancing and daydreaming. Easy evenings spent fluttering, like smoke rings, galloping through gripping half hallucinations in the ink-like darkness. Jam toast, orange gerber…

I found a broken bracelet, hidden beneath old coins and empty glue-sticks, tangled with lost keys and paper clips, from a day when plastic rings were cool. We’d bought it for coins at the spring fair, when you said it’d look pretty on me- com…

When the sun hits the melon curtains and a sliver of light hits the eyes, feet touch the floor to a busy day, peel off the sleep, put on the disguise. Like a film roll, the slow day unveils, marshmallow mornings, tangerine blues. Beneath all,…

sangria stained red suitcases packed for a summer vacation from the winter of us, you said you left behind an empty can of a room spray which had tried hard and failed to clear the air, you said a dried up ball point pen rolled out from unde…

Blizzard blues and caffeine highs On a snowy winter morn Love stained walls once paradise This cold solitude adorn Battle scars and blotted ink Of unsent apologies Bruises and ink blend on skin Till you swallow sins with ease. We slow dance i…

Tea drenched conversations from your Aztec print lips see the world in black and white while sitting on the steps of old houses in narrow lanes over checkered games of chess Calibrations, calculations in cardboard silhouettes of skyscrapers…

red and violet when Sun and Horizon met an apocalypse…

The drunk night Zigzagged the Ferrari Through silver avenues To the gates of his castle Praying that he would Crash into a bed of roses Instead of a bed of dreams. Little did he know that The bed of roses he hit Was a bed of dreams to be….