fall poetry we fall into bed like jumping into the ocean welcoming the undertow of our dreams and gravity’s effect. Share this: Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
the sieve and the sand 
ahhhh… …sounds flowing: humid and etherea; where time isn’t quite linear and the light diffuse…
RC are you having sex? i hope you’re married good buddy… 😉
yeah boy. don’t forget the moon’s pull…