Author Archives: Ry

About Ry

It's so magical, it's gay.

Kristofer

Thank god for all the double-tongued digits it took, magically hocus-pocused, to red carpet you into this world. Not that you’d ever need soft ground with all your cloud-like floating. My magic-carpet Prince, my whole nude world —and yes, I … Continue reading

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Of Joan

Our greatest works live in the stories we share. We are an evolving work; living novels, art of flesh. We carry volumes of past to present, of joy & grief —a colossal library in our ribcage. Maybe that’s where all … Continue reading

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Eulogy to a Sailboat

Split, severed spine by snow, a pale skin, glaucous beast, splintered with wooden flesh beneath, golden in the new sun. Melting away, the cold blades that broke you; taken without a last kiss from the lake.

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Diamonds

If we could tell time in pounds, maybe then we could find strength in losing so much to the weight of our world; like Atlas, hold high our wounds and our losses, tremble-kneed. In pounds, we could sift through the … Continue reading

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If Bodies Were Weightless

It’s 53 degrees here when it should be so much colder. Over a thousand miles from your front door, I’m crossing Texas Street to get my coffee and I’m missing you. I wish I could rip off these heart-sleeves sometimes, … Continue reading

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Paper Graveyard

Maybe we could patch the miles together with my skipping bones and your curls, woven across the plains. Your letters blanket the desk, a field of broken seals, broken hearts, the miles of distance in a paper graveyard. In the … Continue reading

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Naked Party

inournakednights rubbingbodiestohairless framedinwrinkledsheets.

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