Kissoon's Loop

September reminds me of my mortality: every year, it begins again. When the Winter months come, I huddle down, ready: come the gloom, co...

for the sweetest time, i thought you'd be mine. now i pine for beryl-agate eyes. but i fear the pinfire, the flash, are lies; my drea...

I was going to write a letter to you, but I'm far too inebriated to even begin to be able to. Can I come spend some time with you;...

I can't sleep.  I keep reaching for my phone; it's a lifeline, it's a connection to the outside (it's a distraction).  I hav...

Not a mean drunk, but a sad schmuck, and I'm stuck inside my own head. I'm not a madman, but quite a sad man-- longing for tim...

Lovebirds For Jiva, on his birthday. At 10,000 feet you can't breathe. Daedalus could, but you are Icarus, trying and faili...

my shoes-- and the way i wear them-- will not convince you i'm the one to love. my shorts-- and the way they frame my lack of an ass-...