Kissoon's Loop

What a wonderful thing: enough time face-to-face to know the gentle curves of your eyes. Enough space: vocal folds vibrating diatomic air to...

When you ask me how I am doing, you are asking me to lie.  You die for a relationship with a pocketed picture of me at age ten; forced smile...

Do not meet my eyes. I will not allow you to meet my eyes. I refuse to let my Self be destroyed. I am not supposed to Be forever; when I Sep...

Flash, tap, woof. I am a drain, a sluice, a dump. Burnt nerves in a late summer prairie, roadside-adjacent. The yearly cicadas (prime number...

There is so much cold out there. Thank god we've found one another. Do you believe in luck?  No, no I do not.  Do you believe in coincid...

I want you to see me naked. Not for lust, but for honesty; to see and be also seen, to be human. For we've no God-- nor any need-- and N...

Spacetime superimposition of flesh and dotmatrix formation Speeding into the sky, I was uptaken, breezing by Lands, other humans and their s...