Kissoon's Loop

Gloam Over New Lovegrove The man climbs into the bath Steam rising in eddies and plumes At the conjunct of skin and hot water; Whorls o...

Considering sending reparative texts Realizing they may knock the keystone loose Thinking about the apocalypse: How crazy would I get? Solem...

As a child, I'd have commanded the wind-- a force unseen, yet powerful all the same. I far preferred hiding to seeking. Slept under m...

The fire of the Earth burns in your eyes, A deep, smoldering brown. Hurt, too, is shut away behind the fire, though it bleeds out all the ...

Your faces have changed so much over time. Your eyes, your stature, cadences of speech: you've many bodies, each replete with its...

Lovelace, pronounced "loveless" Beyond stasis Lowest blood-oxygen concentration ever seen Won't fucking stop justifying her...

Your rituals of movement-- gestures, Humans call them-- Have me living a celestial fantasy; Words and their cadences, lilting patterns of au...