Night-Time

The skyline is littered with white smudges. “Clouds” are what they are called, though these look more like cotton balls than patches of gas dense and weighted by the thousands of feet that dance in Heaven Airplanes take rest on the duvet of the skyline, playing hopscotch when they awaken skipping over continents that lie […]

Until the Ocean Dries Her Grapevines

Until the ocean dries her grapevines, And petal-veined lovers come undone, Follow me into the bleeding skyline. Promise swallows the white warning sign. You urged me to run tonight. Run! Run! Until the ocean dries her grapevines. Pandora drained herself to juice red wine, Ducking behind her lover’s setting sun. Follow them into the bleeding […]