Tag: fiction

between skin and screen have you mastered the art of divided attention

buddha from under the rock confused at his slice of pie

clutch and pump slow steady until feelings are naught

not weakness if it helps you heal surrender your senses

pockets of moody fire in the shallow sky after dawn

it’s not that complex you were born with death in your bones

tell me of the thunders that sing a thousand songs

cross my heart and burn slow at the stake

if you let me i’d steal your thunder tonight winter before the last light