shadows. here is mine - here is yours. from our soles, each footfall followed. never hand in hand beneath the ceiling, rising, twinning at the window - swallowed at the closing door.
Category: shit haiku
UFOs I See.
i imagine her, right here, in this room and i will dance beneath her moon: she's so intriguing. i wish that she would bend my ear. send some clue, some word, some whisper: something psychic. if this appears to be something that you don't wish to see, then i could disappear. but i … Continue reading UFOs I See.
note to self.
she hands me a book and i say, i will return this someday (it's a line that people often phrase). i know that i won't, but i will lift her from the margin and the page and return the gift in different ways. i barely recall the tale's name but her hand, her footnotes, her annotation … Continue reading note to self.


