Writing & writhing

The last week has felt more like a month, and I can only be too eager for Sunday to waltz in. I have been furiously crafting too many tales about others, and spent way too little time and intention penning my own.


Nightly you
My razor wits with your soft respite

I steal
(not kisses nor smiles nor skin)
But hazy afternoons with missus z
The world must not have seen
I was simply too keen

She, no he
Or is it it
nnnnnnnNay, it matters not
nnnnnnn(for my eyelids weigh and my tongue’s a knot)
Come, Lady Sleep
Caress me away into the
Moonshine boudoir of


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