It is rumored that there are 50 words In the Eskimo language for snow I ponder Why are there not 50 words in the English language That I could draw upon To describe that moment When your bare skin Touches my bare skin? Many call me a writer, a poet And yet words utterly fail … Continue reading Skin
we do not need words we do not need a shared written language we have eyes that truly see lips that speak a common tongue shared palate for the aroma the taste of salt that glitters on each other’s skin when we flow like silk against each other and boundaries dissolve like sea foam at … Continue reading The Shape of Water
It is rumored that there are 50 words In the Eskimo language for snow I ponder Why are there not 50 words in the English language That I could draw upon To describe that moment When your bare skin Touches my bare skin? Many call me a writer, a poet And yet words utterly fail … Continue reading Skin
we do not need words we do not need a shared written language we have eyes that truly see lips that speak a common tongue a shared palate for the aroma the taste of the salt that glitters on each other’s skin when we flow like silk against each other and boundaries dissolve like sea … Continue reading One Year Ago Today: The Shape of Water
It is rumored that there are 50 words In the Eskimo language for snow I ponder Why are there not 50 words in the English language That I could draw upon To describe that moment When your bare skin Touches my bare skin? Many call me a writer, a poet And yet words utterly fail … Continue reading Skin (revisited)
Brave & Reckless 