Creaking sound of rusted latch  sleeping alone again, naturally,  only secrets would let her in    I should promise you   my last kiss of summer,  for winter’s kismet kites are grounded  strung by ice lifeguards   rescue is the warmth between thighs    Pearls for breasts, silver skin limbs  opening bones as...

It's in the clear skyWhistling wings that drift awayNew roses trembleBuzzing air of thirsty beesLight sun that caresses green leavesSearching for warmthFinding peaceAh, whether you want it or not nowGo loadedCarry the fruit of your vigilsFull of lightFinally livingGo...

tell me bout yourself i hate introducin myselfmy name is easyafter that…you’re on your own always feelslike somebody’s askin meto draw the oceanwith a goddamn rulerand i’ve never trusted a straight linerivers don’t use themlight bendsroots grow thru concreteand the...

sadness answers me from deep withina lone sacred voice...melancholyblue infused with lonelinesslooking for something beautiful through the chaosquiet and pure with the fascination of a childbut with wisdom of the learnedgently she instructs me urging me forwardsometimes she is...

 ... in which Tolya and Lyonya discuss female psychology, and Valya confesses that she wears orange socks, after which everyone experiences a slight shock Crossing the snow-covered asphalt road, on which yesterday's abandoned car was still visible through the haze,...