Ah! Perche Non Posso Odiarti

“Cover for me.” Elis’ voice chirped over the phone. “I have to use the bathroom.”   Once again Elis and I are wondrously out of love, wounding each other at every opportunity. The playground antics of pretending you don’t care neither of us...

An Ode To Darlings (My Skin Remembers You)

My lovers got subtle dips in her mood and thighs. Full of off-hand hang ups that mangle like cardboard on a rainy floor. Two dimples that wrinkle when my tongue does what it’s supposed to, with a joke or to her throat while keeping busy little...

aka The Moderation of Melancholy (Part 2)

I fell into Annie like a bad song you’re always hearing on the radio- prejudiced at first, but casually, then over the course of a week suddenly finding yourself humming her between cigarettes and coffee breaks. I’d like to say she grew on me, like a...

aka the Moderation Of Melancholy (Part I)

"Subject - Mr. Thomas Asked You Give Him A Call"   "Dear Noel," her e-mail read.    "Yea the meaning of my name is pretty rad not gona lie. But equally, if not more, is the radness of the explanation you gave of yours. I googled the...