The Book of Melvin

I.  ||rememory|| we were star-crossed lovers in a galaxy with no moons—little stars who burned brightly in separate corners of the black. fate placed us in a cedar room with low lights and graffiti of vandals. miscreant etchings proclaiming love of forbidden things were spread across the walls like hieroglyphs of the fallen. and we … Continue reading The Book of Melvin


i allow you to treat me badly ... because something that whispers between the words ...  tells me i deserve it ...  i allow the illogical ... because it might be  love ... or bright red desperation ...  most severe ... most hot ... most wanting coolness and blue ... i allow you   ... i … Continue reading Fagmentation