Perhaps,

this season of naked ice and white death as brilliant as snow angels smeared beneath manipulated beauty is a happy lie lingering over haunted holiday streets like translucent winter screams bleeding through the smooth fermented poetry of life; but we love the cool idea of fluff and speaking in the velvet rhythm of a smoke … Continue reading →

Musing

A thousand smooth chants, smelling like honey shadows, fall as a moaning symphony of delirious moments, like sordid mist onto gorgeous skin, lathered and blue-black as a raw, sunless sea or the elaborate void produced through the luscious death of a mad summer moon goddess.

Staggering

We trudge after life: drunk from the soaring red lather of enormous dreams gone awry like moments gifted as blood diamonds and used to manipulate our bittersweet lust for the sordid whispering tongue of eternity.