we come prowling

"absence makes the heart grow fonder"are the words of someone whohas never met a beast like mesheepskin pretender seeking outyour smile,hungry and gleamingcatches my eyes, drawn tocurled hands clawing past skininto howl filling lungswhen words aren't enoughto grapple with the feelingsin every glance, every touchand when there's no reasonleft to prowl, we are lostin little… Continue reading we come prowling

Foreword

Warning: the book in your hands will break your heartit is symbolictragedy, power, truthis many thingsit is wonderful poetrycartography that mapsa unexplored piece of experience–personally familiarit is a memoriala magical actit is all these thingsBegin at the beginninggo on,till you reach the endthen stopsomething will tugat the edge of your mind/heartlet your imaginationfill in these… Continue reading Foreword