Category: Poetry


It’s like we are in the 1920s, a vintage noir fabricated by deep shadows and some lights so bright, you can’t help but smile. Do they dance, side-stepping, twirling madly, madly, insanely happy? No, it’s a courtship. Eyes imitating thick, rich caramel fogged by the dense, salient smoke. Mist floods from each drag, the hot

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