no touch made unsure, a brush of tenderness just shy of pleasure to be smothered with a blade of comfort... I cannot realize myself from this other. without a line to define with no kiss too meager or a must of lust to start a fuss around every corner I embrace and I absorb with... Continue Reading →


hot, calm - no grounding when we crossed, we made it dark no more bulbs pounding - B. Brown (art by Carol Burgo)


what's this dialect that I'm hearin? coatin every careful word I'm searin; withholdin a flash front, scorchin': don't be a hero! (fireballs laughin) butcha whims as thick as ya skin hard-headed to win (gigglin) a drunk like me, hi slurrin all forms (I predict storms) and ya rain cloud, rumblin with warm showers and I... Continue Reading →

I Believed She’d Always Be

I Believed She’d Always Be youthfully drowsy, I believed she'd always be but I felt it, the fragility, the fatigue the trauma racking mentally, frequently allowed for it to creep silently, to fester to make her air thick and her words slick still, I couldn't fathom such a stealthy killer such an intimate thriller for... Continue Reading →

Showing and Telling

There is a difference between telling a story and showing a story. Telling: The wife left the house in anger. Showing: She glared at him, before snatching the ring off and throwing it at his feet. The windows shook as she slammed the door behind her. Neither is better than the other although most creative... Continue Reading →


I can hear Her humming through my windows circling me I settle in on a bed of coal, caffeinated under a shade of haze, contemplative reflecting on my days, bewildered by how I've survived to come to know Her as each breath slowed, eternal after all every hair on end as She wafts in, above... Continue Reading →

Have you ever gotten some harsh feedback? It's like the other person is putting a hex on you. Like they're grabbing you by the scruff and rubbing your nose in your messy work. But don't keep your tail between your legs for too long. Allow yourself room for growth. If your muse is telling you... Continue Reading →

Restless – Cecilia Borromeo

It is that perennial immateriality dwelling between living and dying crouched in the corners and grappling by the hinges only to remain unseen; We weave our web of what we believe we understand of the relationship of our acts and events only to remain misunderstood; From that odd wisp of steam of heated discussions to... Continue Reading →

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