poetry

Love as a certain kind of flame

I miss when relationships meant nothing, And in that nothingness, Could mean the world. * The artist, the bureaucrat, the hippy… To each I gave my heart entire, Willy nilly, Blissfully indifferent to the consequences. * As these worlds shattered, And as my heart grew worn, My head entered the picture, Offering diagnoses as to… Continue reading Love as a certain kind of flame

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I’ve only ever had threesomes

I’ve only ever had threesomes: Myself, my sexual partner, and some third thing that hovered over and between us, Like netting cast against mosquitoes, Except the mosquitoes were my own mind. * Well, not exclusively threesomes: My purest sexual experiences have been with friends, Times where the pleasure was something which flowed from our friendship,… Continue reading I’ve only ever had threesomes

poetry

Four 2100s

2100: In this future, humanity has uploaded our consciousnesses to cyberspace and thereby done away with physicality. Somewhere in myriad rooms, bodies sit, ingest nutrients, and decay, but all of this is rendered negligible by the mechanized wonder that completes our imaginations. In a sense, we have willfully submitted to the reality of the film… Continue reading Four 2100s

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Pillow talk

The things learned beside the pillow of a lover, Secrets told and then made obsolete when relationship ends. * Facts about a dangerous past, An abusive one, About mistakes made, Fantasies rendered. * What to do with such truths when the connection is irrelevant? What becomes them? * Do they live on,  Like ghosts that… Continue reading Pillow talk