We talked the Holocaust and the Ukraine on blood-hooks; Putin’s laughing, reversing time yet again. Inside his body: amnesia and via ferrata
I let her keep the banns, told her I didn’t care what she did with it. She had eyes that hid a body, perhaps
pilling, with my favorite lady an eos tread
I see you I hoard your threaded- mulling-overs; playing me into junction, screaming, sighing screaming, sighing
you wound me A lotus dress with lace of red.
psyche-reaped and kissed into a lushed womb where coiling into my lap, she lay
I'm currently in search of a beta reader or two to help give feedback on my WIP, maybe even hash out ideas.
In the present moment, she awaited the inevitable. She strayed from Oktavia even more so—to the point the human noticed her odd looks and disappointment; their hands had bumped into each other when trying to reach for the artificial sweetener jar—and Mischa flinched like a fish waiting to be gutted by their captor. In retrospect, however--
"...I am not even flattering you, she probably just glanced at you and decided what she would feel, like clockwork,” he snapped his fingers. “You need to end this.” "And how do you expect me to do that?” Mischa didn’t dare break away eye contact. Respect was the only thing she had left, if it wasn’t love. "You do it carefully, Koch. Very carefully.”
her lune, how precise and anticlastic as if each horror you provoked could somehow make me want you
I created a soundtrack for the most brutal scene yet in the ongoing Identify novel collaboration.
Note: I think I wrote this around a year ago. It was a nice diversion from the tension of those early times, while still delving into it. This is a satirical piece, so just a forewarning since the pandemic impacts us all in different ways. I don't take it lightly either as I have had distant family pass from it; back on point, I know this can be a sensitive topic so proceed with caution.
Glassy eyes in sumac touches she waits for me or doesn’t
I sit at her bedroom window an age where branches hung themselves Antigone.
Hope this soundtrack could depict a bit of weirdness, a bit of surrealism, and a bit of fear in the midst of it all too--I pretty much am looking at it through Lauren's perspective, how everything is fading in seconds before she believes it is her time.
Let them ruin you a while let them wreck you for a spell
I have recently composed an intro soundtrack to the Identify podcast project I’ve been working on. For those that do not know, Identify is an ongoing novel collaboration project that delves into a mysterious island that has different uses for people.
Dreamscape under his influence even the earth Trembles and quakes.
I’m very happy to say that my poem, “Hid too well” has been published in Edge of Humanity.