We keep them in bone-light jars, these grins of silt and vanished teeth— each curve a fossil of forgotten laughter, amber-stung with time’s slow syrup.Some are whispers etched in clay, crack-lipped and crow’s-footed, in the hollows of unmarked graves,...

Of stoned photographs in faded sepia,somewhere tween my tongue and ether,trying to remember sounds of laughterwhen they whisper your name. Dreaming of fingerprints,in the sleep that softly falls,lost between a wish and hymn,a hazy smile, forgetting names. In this limbo, where...

"Stand by me." With a twinkle in her eyes, she whispered, "love the khaki, but ditch the artifacts of clothes, they are so passé." She was standing in the window watching the silence of the rain, falling, thinking about...

𝒮𝑜𝓁𝒾𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈, 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒶 𝐵𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒻𝓁𝓎! 𝒯𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓈 𝐼 𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝓊𝓃𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝒜𝒷𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝓃𝑔𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓈𝓈 𝒯𝒶𝓅𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒜 𝓈𝓎𝓂𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓃𝓎 𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁𝒹 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝒹𝓁𝑒 𝐸𝓂𝒷𝓇𝒶𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓈𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒮𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒾𝓉, 𝐼 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝓋𝒾𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒮𝑜𝓁𝒾𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈, 𝐼 𝒶𝓂...

I am breathing Singing anthem of alertNight air shadows, shallow sips My pillow, cold unyielding stoneRecording geography, taking flight Warning! Warning! Warning! Code Red