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19 Aug

The blank page leers at me

like an imperious tiger eyeing

the weak gazelle in the herd –

the small, delicate one with wild,

darting eyes.

His rough tongue

laps greedily at his carnivorous incisors.

He is not hungry – no,

solely cavalier.

A lust for domination primes his axons,

contracting muscles

that know only to devour.

Iron eyes – penetrating –

unclothe her vulnerabilities,

defy her to rise.


Belmont Boulevard

17 Jun

Belmont Boulevard,

you are not my friend.

Your cracked, concrete sidewalks

are rough

and hard

and cruel.


Tomorrow, I’m Running for Blood:Water Mission

Today I start this: