fall poetry we fall into bed like jumping into the ocean welcoming the undertow of our dreams and gravity’s effect. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this: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…