When they made love Geryon liked to touch in slow succession each of the bones of Herakles' back as it arched away from him into who knows what dark dream of its own, running both hands all the way down from the base of the neck to the end of the spine which he can cause to shiver like a root in the rain.

When I desire you a part of me is gone.

Give me a world, you have taken the world I was.

A refugee population is hungry for language and aware that anything can happen.

One of the principle qualities of pain is that it demands an explanation.

I am a drop of gold he would say I am molten matter returned from the core of earth to tell you interior things-

I don't read reviews and I don't know what to do with opinions, so I just lose them. They take up space, they become a process of manufacturing a persona, which I want to avoid.