Summer sky after a fresh rain
Excerpt – Upcoming novel, Wildflowers
Her lips tasted like melodies. Her skin against his, felt like waves crashing against the shore in the summer. She bled into his body through her kiss, and fed him with the vibrations of her touch.
Video et taceo
Breathe in ether,
Armour for amour.
I see and say nothing,
I am and let all else be.
Ce moment
Arrêtez de peindre des portraits
de amours anciens
et d’amis oubliés
ils ne te comprendront jamais maintenant
s’il ne t’ont jamais compris à l’époque
Underneath the Wreckage
Subway station, empty/peaceful.
Yet my thoughts, immersed in chaos.
This city sleeps, though I hardly catch a wink.
Fellow men and women dying in the streets.
Can’t dispute we all bleed red,
but the darker your skin the more often bleeding happens.
An elderly woman moves over, to block me from taking a seat.
Not the first time, I’ve felt subtle, hot, contempt.
Can’t mind it, I’ve got calls to answer, files to update, bills to pay.
Just like everyone else.
The city sleeps, but I hardly catch a wink.
Filled with desire for more, for better, and far from at peace.
On a Spring Morning
Pink blossoms rain down
A sea of tiny petals
Wash the cold pavement
Hayden Winston 
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