Ich Liebe Dich

ich liebe dich my uncle stopped his lady in the middle of Melbourne turned her around till they were standing with their faces close and held her he just said it in a quiet voice and with a soft look so she knew he meant it and there was a smile creasing the corners of … Continue reading Ich Liebe Dich

on the subject (of a feather)

like a cloud fluff don't breathe too hard or I might fly away no more needed than black to reach perfection or maybe black with white what do you think? from the pristine ... to the draggled so bedraggled me by the rough and tumble sweetness of a life blow blow blow me away I … Continue reading on the subject (of a feather)

earth movements

she is invisible somewhere below a horizon of pillow against wall not even the shape of breathing moves a topography of blankets ambiguously contoured to disguise the shifting ridge that is my arm buried beneath the covers I can locate the beating heart and chart inspiration by touch form subterranean connections between hand and skin … Continue reading earth movements