My mouth is a Moorish gate of rhinestones and piercings and spikes.
Our stones shear, like our religions, whose fall so near. There’s the catch, the shiver, the beg for a river. Continue reading
Our stones, they shear, they sheer like our religions.
god is a bee without a chair, v0 I believe in birds , not bees , nor wasps , nor Continue reading
i believe in birds, not bees, nor wasps, nor hornets. god is a bee without a chair each i fly Continue reading
Fortify now: You have lost your astrolabe and cast adrift where souls find no purchase … sent to the middle Continue reading
Dove of peace if i were but a dove of peace i’d sit on the left hand of my found Continue reading