Wednesday, August 15, 2018 — 9:02pm

Kindness of strangers. Be good to them. Be sweet to one another. Be not afraid and all that good shit. Hood shit. Bull shit. And so on and so forth. Fucking filler. Friends. Beautiful bohemians with braids & twists, bandanas & backward caps. Bossy beats, bullies. Tremendous heights and lengths to go to in an […]

11/15/17 5:07pm (continued)

Sometimes, she has short nails painted dove grey. She watches the blur of color as she twirls her fingers around his veiny shaft. Fluid bubbles from the head of his cock and she flicks her tongue to clear it away. Sometimes his skin is tanned and salty with sweat. He toils over her, working his […]

Sunday, June 3, 2018 – 8:59pm

words. numbers. symbols. sigils and magic. sweat, skin, and shared DNA like alchemical reactions turning blood into liquid gold. Midas rivals. drink. fuck. speak these magic spells into motion. bitten lips, swollen and red with bruises of need and lack of control. mindfulness. awareness. heightened senses of the hand hovering at the back of one’s […]

4/23/18 5:34pm

is all lost? am I found all over again and over and over again. french consonants graze my ears life like soft lips and a warm tongue. ridges raised, peaking all of my senses. friends first and foremost. professionalism of utmost importance. you’re stubborn? I’m stubborn too and I’m not sure which of us will […]

Wednesday, 5/23/18 — 8:57pm

tired and trembling. In my fantasies, I’m never on top. I’m wanting to be controlled, dominated, hurt. Pain in my heart from treating me cold like an Otis Redding song. the train packs up with warm bodies and the best of intentions. the smell of marijuana clings to boys’ sweaters and v-necks as they pass. […]

11/15/17 5:07pm (continued)

Sometimes his fingers are tattooed and rough, but cast magic spells all over her body. Sometimes he has long, thick hair and hazel jade green eyes. He is devastatingly serious. He coils his inked digits around her neck and squeezes. It takes her breath away. Sometimes, he is rough with her. He contorts her into […]

4/17/18 4:52pm

she uses big words. her stomach churns with swollen electric butterflies. fluorescent neon wings beating syncopated half-rhythm. fluttering. notes of plum liqour, saffron, cardamom. wrapped in a blanket by the fireplace. casting spells by the hearth. chest puffed out to brave the cold. unafraid. inviting. daring her to strip naked and plunge into the icy […]