Dip In The Pool

shark on the line –

18 July 2017
Jerusalem, 1:42 AM

smoky glass army past

Three Poems

Begin again and again.

I ventured 8 steps on the road less taken

sometimes you have to cradle it


I could fit a whole pinecone in my chest.

Your Life is Your Bitch

You lecture them that lesson

The Picnic

Something not quite

23 June 2017
Rigging, Sunday 3pm

“They’re called barn doors,” she tells me.

7 June 2017

There will be another starry night.


we are a family of paper dolls

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