tender fantasy; atop a spirited colt nurturing our prized ten-acre of controlled wild wilderness. - gritty dreaming; hubba bubba poppin' over freshly brushed mounds, salty breeze and thirty ounces of ash blasted- over Coors stadium on a tuesday summer night. - vast idea; reaching- reaching- open palmed to an open night sky on desert's back unbound

deep below the surface past the dirt the roots below the unseen life rests a weary, enchanted mole. - the child snickers from underneath her covers: "a mole? with magic?" - "what's so unbelievable about that?" meeting her dark, hidden gaze - she erupts from her burrow- the covers act her cloak- "well, how come no one's seen it?" her hands curl into whiskers.

"would you burn this all down, to save her?" his open palm gestured behind him highlighting a mostly vacant parking lot convenience store with a couple of loiterers water-damaged apartment complex with towels hanging from railings kids playing make-believe a couple- a couple maybe returning from a lively first date snickering and whispering, a future alive in their clasped hands and a homeless man. - I would.

it's a shadow feint whispers it's a shadow come and go as you please it's a shadow a vision, mortal, growling through unsealed cracks it's a shadow a movie on loop without a power cord it's a shadow it's just a shadow it's just my shadow.

stolen jacket fair a lively winter breath soothes with conveyance hopes

i only shot photos in black & white color escapes my canvas; stellar collapsed bridges leading to sinking cites hills brushed by a gray breeze & dying trees. until- a night at the Exchange monochrome strobe smoke & rays then you; silky cardinal dress, polished amber hair, eyes sleepy royal, brighter than the moon. now in my darkroom's ruby glow,

he watched the sunset; waves crashed against the unaware pier clouds parted around the waning crescent drowned sand reached for his pockets like a mugger. he watched the sunrise; the waves carried him out- seagulls called to the morning fishermen salt and litter crawled around his ears waves crashed against the unaware pier

open balcony

they try to divide us. humiliate us- they aim at our hearts with fear, with force. - they need us to fire back to justify their rifles but our hands stay open.

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you laid awake listening through the creaked window. serenated by bellows of our regular alley cat. sirens grow more and more distant. wearily focused on a blank screen waiting.

first lover- taught at the tips of her claws bloodied- vanished into the hush of the night- forgotten, bruised, Raw. - than you, a foreman, building our home- slowly homely hands warmed my soul- yet the scars bled too deep. inevitably, leaving us, Raw. - now, chief surgeon's table- my chest pried wide- gaped wide enough to let her soul in. she stitches through my veins; prowls on all fours lovingly, passionately, deeply, Raw.