sylvan shadows
new fears wet, exposed don’t be afraid of the dark demons in daydreams (studios without walls)
On the Northern Avenue Bridge
darkly haunted, hoarse, thousands of redcoats incensed — lobsters, tea, sink, sunk
Under the Longwood Avenue Bridge, Boston
mind ablaze, new treads made, wet-bleak with honking geese, a simpering wind
Under the Benjamin Franklin Bridge, Philadelphia
old town, furtive, miles of grey windswept looks from my lover like that, we turn one.
in twists and turns, to embrace another.
suffice to say, there are lots of beginnings and changings and morphings and altogether steady explodings at the moment. but the very first of many bits of news: i’ve had time to tinker with cmliu.com and upgrade her somewhat to levels of respectable internet. despite the fact that i was voraciously creating content online for … Continue reading
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