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This Lust My Ceaseless Koan
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This Lust My Ceaseless Koan. Poetry by James Ciriaco. July 12, 2015. July 12, 2015. Crushed on the city sidewalk. Next Post →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out.
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This Lust My Ceaseless Koan
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This Lust My Ceaseless Koan. Poetry by James Ciriaco. July 27, 2015. Curled at the edge of the sidewalk. Smaller than the flies. You can scarcely tell. What they used to be. Next Post →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out.
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This Lust My Ceaseless Koan
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This Lust My Ceaseless Koan. Poetry by James Ciriaco. July 4, 2015. The rockets’ red glare. Next Post →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. RT @ pat mw. Shiki 1 day ago.
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This Lust My Ceaseless Koan
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This Lust My Ceaseless Koan. Poetry by James Ciriaco. June 26, 2015. June 26, 2015. Walking to the train. Who I have to be. Next Post →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. RT @ pat mw.
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This Lust My Ceaseless Koan. Poetry by James Ciriaco. August 9, 2016. August 9, 2016. August 5, 2016. Deep in the uncut grass. August 3, 2016. August 3, 2016. Spreading the lamp’s glow. Her thigh rounds into shadow. Where one finger goes. July 26, 2016. July 26, 2016. Through a haze of heat. Purple blossoms break and fall. Scattered at my feet. July 23, 2016. July 23, 2016. Slow, sandalwood scent. And deep in my mouth the taste. Of her moan is spent. July 21, 2016. July 21, 2016. Dead to the world.
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This Lust My Ceaseless Koan
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This Lust My Ceaseless Koan. Poetry by James Ciriaco. June 28, 2015. June 28, 2015. Thrusting her vivid cunt. Up from the dirt. Next Post →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. RT @ pat mw.
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This Lust My Ceaseless Koan
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This Lust My Ceaseless Koan. Poetry by James Ciriaco. July 23, 2015. July 23, 2015. Only I see them. Next Post →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. RT @ pat mw.
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This Lust My Ceaseless Koan
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This Lust My Ceaseless Koan. Poetry by James Ciriaco. August 6, 2015. August 6, 2015. 140 character fiction…. After a few drinks his hands wouldn’t shake as much. But it was still too much. The midday sun was a glare on the top of the bar. Next Post →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. RT @ pat mw.
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This Lust My Ceaseless Koan
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This Lust My Ceaseless Koan. Poetry by James Ciriaco. July 25, 2015. July 25, 2015. I shall live the alligator’s life: dead these rending jaws, sunlight and ripples, come rest beside me. Next Post →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. RT @ pat mw.