Posts by Writers Garret

She speaks a various language.*                                                Bound in the bardo bereft     vaguely present, almost dead.For fucking shining aloud            let me    back in. Come again, sustaining terrorCarve my shadow on your cave…

Only interested in scoring, you are a terror who likes to carve out holes in a woman’s self esteem. My body remained a fine fettle as you used your sexual…

Yesterday I went blind.No sudden crush of ebonied nightUnder which fractured stars emergeNo molten terror that does shift and spitover fettle, through weathered gorgeNo such desperate revealNo such merciful source…

You confine me in shadow, obscure my vision,Let terror wash over meI try to stretch my limbs, yearning for freedom,To reveal myself to the worldIt doesn’t work; I am bound…

mystify then ,emerge and render something beautiful .escape this presentobscure conundrum .shift .this is not home .bound to figure it out .tomorrow i carvewith the details of this very thought…

The terror of the average still life lies in its sugary shining. Those yokel apples, as obvious as labor. The pears that stretch the dawn until its warp rips to…

I used to love a boy who could render fat from any source until shining, liquid gold would emergehissing the hymn of its soul but bound my mouth to muted…