I love my school.
As always, thanks a million to everyone who has read and commented on my work. You all are amazing.


MemoriesI get up when the light splashing through the window is still grayMemories
with tendrils of night; I am slowly asphyxiating on stale air
and sour speculation, stewing alone in my bedroom
until I am pulled outside by the call of gulls.
The salt-laced breath of the sea slaps at my cheeks
and tangles through my hair. The dunes are crusted with morning ice; their balding heads collapse around my ankles
as I step once, twice.
The bones of conchs, clams, and crabs bite into the tender flesh of my toes
as my feet kick up a summerfull of memories,
images of you and me fling


An AppleSeeds wanting to burstAn Apple
into small green sprouts
are caged in brown carpel coffins,
buried in the soil of crisp pink flesh. They lie beneath a bruised red skin that is sticky with pesticide, waiting for a bite.


GrandfatherMy grandfather sits in the kitchen; his hands are gnarledGrandfather
cups catching dust and dead mosquitoes. His childhood has fallen
from his lips, silver and insubstantial, forgotten
by my brother and I in mere minutes. We tumble down
the porch steps, leaving him to clean up bowls sticky with ice cream.
Outside the summer air is swollen with heat,
thick with the perfume of honeysuckles and new rain. My brothers and I wade
through an algae-choked creek, upsetting frogs as they lay their eggs in long ribbons
around the roots of oak trees; we brush away spider-webs  


SighsI say my goodbyes to the sighs of the Chickahominy, and lay tangled up with the blue-white moonbeamsSighs
as they fall quiet against the windowsash.
There is nothing save the old house
and you with your eyes
gleaming like wet pearls, your feet dragging clay onto the carpet.
We say our goodbyes
in front of an audience of stars as they drown in their velvet firmament;
they cast us into spectral shadows
as we wear the air smooth with our breath.
And it is all slowly swallowed by the sunrise,
you and the sky; I leave the house filled &
thanks infinitely for the
on le scaphandre et le papillon.
so glad you like it!
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i found reason to keep living
oh and the reason, dear
is you.
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*Une photographie, c'est un arrêt du coeur d'une fraction de seconde.
thanks
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" longtemps, je me suis couché de bonne heure. " - Marcel Proust, 1ère phrase de "A la recherche du temps perdu"
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my real name is...
Thanks for the fave (:
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Forever Love ♥
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