The Love Eaters

Dear Friend, when was it you began to fear solitude? To see the entry and exit of blood and breath, the coming and going of life and death as waste if performed in the absence of a lover’s face; From the start, were the spaces between our fingers spread apart to make us crave the…

The Minotaur and I

There is a rope around my neck and it is pulling tighter and tighter until I can finally breathe past the stones that have rolled up from my belly and coated the surface of my tongue with something that resembles fear. I am running, further and further away from a sun that would cast light…