Reflective Light – Page 2 – cereal after sex

I ordered two kitchen sinks because I’m crazy. They’re for my blue pastel villa in Italy. The blue is cerulean… Read more.

The Comatose Scarecrow

The emotional river flees fluidly like me. There must be some kind of disabling plate in my head. A blockage,… Read more.

She could fill the entire house with crap, and I was expected to keep my mouth shut. That’s how it… Read more.

I was in an Azerbaijan tea house at the shore of the Caspian Sea. The house was soft in texture… Read more.

What is it about this disarray of life that eats at my guts on a hot morning in July while… Read more.

There’s something about lemonade in the summer that just hits me. Like right now, I can see the glass pitcher… Read more.

It was a blue-gray evening dipped in pink and orange when Simon Waterbones drove his car into a KFC restaurant… Read more.

Her cactus bed smelled like butter nectar. She swears that lying down on the thorns helps her back, yet all… Read more.

I am an anonymous donorspreading my seed of grief across the worldand I might as well be blindfor all I… Read more.

There’s a super fresh reality percolating in Albuquerque Nob Hill groovy pubs Ruby red placentas in Placitas fall from hospital… Read more.

I just kneeled before that hearth of red brick like a monk and watched it flame up, curl, and finally… Read more.

The mutual poet and I wrapped our scars around rainbows like barbed wire cuts of rust wrenching the tears from… Read more.