A scholar who cherishes the love of comfort is not fit to be deemed a scholar. Lao Tzu

union the texture of your beard just now, not unlike soft bark the smooth round white of my breasts not unlike blossoms blossoming on branches, your branches thick beneath the slender flexibility of mine. you solid holding me skyward our roots intertwined in this earthy bed grain against grain tongue to groove. my love, from…

Suicide of a Romantic

What is it that stops us from affirming others while they’re alive, as opposed to waiting for their demise before singing their praises? Perhaps we’re afraid of being held accountable for our kind thoughts which denies us that ever convenient exit of ‘I knew it’ or ‘I told you so’ or ‘I should’ve known better’?…