Kissoon's Loop

The languid haze of two maidens has me lounging in the sun's ray. Golden tones have befallen the tiny space in which I lay: two warmt...

So what if I want you in my life (but have no idea who you are) ? So what if I choose my words so carefully-- but have no idea what they ...

After ten months, there was a response; the Void shouted back-- in a muted voice, just barely audible: "Hi". I still love you.  ...

The sound of my own voice used to make my face burn. An outsider's perspective imposed upon my own eyes (the unforgiving camera lens...

Plucked from the sacred soil-- loose underfoot-- whence they came, the stones must surely lose their luster.  Taken to lands far and away, t...

A ringing of the bell, and I was inside. A golden retriever to greet me: eyes alight, flaring nostrils on a cold nose sipping the air. Ne...

I have put pieces of my Self in here: there is a toxin within me-- coursing, piercing as we speak. (My pupils are huge; I am so in love.) So...