October in my blood

bowing and scraping at the gates of the gray there moaned October, demanding to be let in.   we both looked at the capillaries of insipid sunlight throbbing in its helix, striving to teach it the memory of warmth, and October grinned raindrops and mud on our soles.   you took my hand – I … Continue reading

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Effects

You can’t rely on the fluttering of a butterfly to change your weather. Not even on those inside your stomach – although those are known to endow your life with the most wonderful storms of all. But to look at an adult moth for instance and to expect its fight against sunrise to end your … Continue reading

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