say no to clowns

ebullient decay…

Drenched… — April 29, 2017
the spells of itapuã —

the spells of itapuã

Steve weaving his usual and unique magic.

inconstant light


Thought bubbles must be punctured gently,
deflated with a fine molecular needle.


She lets me do the shopping at the markets,
the hens are in my charge, I sweep the floors,
but I’m a prisoner in her house.

On the crooked kitchen shelving, potions bright,
alluring clues, magic herbs and condiments.
To prepare Bahian fish, she says.

Her eyes are jungle camouflage, her tidal laughter
breaks in waves when nothing is amusing,
mysteries are woven in her hair.

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I’m not sure what this is… — April 26, 2017
“stainache” — April 25, 2017
friendship and love and all those good things —