February 2026

  • One word

    As they lay in this space of sunits light on their skin knows if they will drop a deeper anchor. her running muscles rest across his thighs. the evening shadows a valleybetween her abs and obliques. his finger tips are eyes reading soft syllables. She moves.He goes blind. She asks him to describe her body…

  • February 13th

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    My February 13 is slipping from inside the stall of a food hall.I serve couples who are touristsat the night’s singles partymen’s eyes feast attractive women wonderaround a hope to engage in connecting lines like poets matching words to couple internal rhymes: their luv is trying on a glove my hain’t is painting a sorrow…