Reading McKuen at Dawn

I am reading love poems this morning, the smell of your sleep still in my hair, our last kiss lingering on lips as I sip coffee and slowly turn pages of someone else’s memory. There on black and yellowed white pages, the poet catches moments not unlike the ones you and I shared at 2 […]

Spring Fever

“My religion is well known to those few who know me, I believe in bodies, arms entangling and untangling. I believe, and I know it to be so, that there are so many curves and hollows in a single body that none of us can come to know them all within a single lifetime. I […]