my religion
My religion is the memory of countless times I crucified myself for you and I’m haunted by the ghost of … Continue reading my religion
Category: visual poetry
mirage
so tonight i will once again try to erase your lines of poetry and perhaps i will write a new … Continue reading mirage
bear witness
“She said: ‘Father, can I tell your congregation how a resurrection really feels?’ I was halfway in love by the … Continue reading bear witness
wolf in the fog
call out to me listen for me breathe into me give rise to the feelings that drift inside me like … Continue reading wolf in the fog
taste for blood
she understood that he got his taste for blood from licking his own wounds – spiritwolf Continue reading taste for blood
taste
she said: “i miss your taste” so i opened the book to the page where the words: “i miss the … Continue reading taste
liar liar
my lips whispered poems of unselfish love free from desire as my hands slid slowly under her sweater and made … Continue reading liar liar
