Xanadu
 

The glistening shore dances through the dead of night, endlessly re-acquainting the garland of seashells. They poke, pry, prick, and...

When silence is painful, we speak to fill it. We might speak too much, we might wish we didn’t. To ignore or submerge, our thoughts,...

Sunday nights nights of solitude. The nights before waking up too soon. Routinely getting no rest; nightglows glowing through the window....

Breathe in. Breathe out. Rooting. Rumbling. Roaring. Cheers erupt from the crowd, hundreds on their feet mouths gaping hands clasping...

When I look at you how could I ignore your baby blues, past and future cut me loose falling into swimming pools. Sticky surrender I could...

Stars dissolve soundlessly, dark ink draining til plum-tinged sky is still. Slip under silk sheets warm tea in one palm. Sweet cinnamon...

Your vines wrapped slowly. I never heard them. I still do not perceive that pressure. My twisted, tangled roots did not always choke, nor...

The restlessness of your eyes longing to know peace urging to feel comfort, yet so hesitant to be heard. Saying more from your subtle...

The cheery sounds of laughing and splashing— in an instant muffled by the barrier that is water. The only guaranteed immediate escape...

I am dirt. Not the dirt that brings life, packed against bedrock, the dirt that springs up trees, and grass, and flowers. But the sandy,...