Posts by Tam Lin
Border Walls
Now again in the voiceless night
plants gather
Border Walls Now again in the voiceless night plants gather themselves like protective walls like border walls to guard the fields of my love. Now a...
Border Walls Now again in the voiceless night plants gather themselves like protective walls like border walls to guard the fields of my love. Now a...
Sed Non Satiata (Insatiable Lust)
Strange goddess, brown as the
Sed Non Satiata (Insatiable Lust) Strange goddess, brown as the hours before dawn, Perfumed with musk and the scent of Havana, Work of some priestess...
Sed Non Satiata (Insatiable Lust) Strange goddess, brown as the hours before dawn, Perfumed with musk and the scent of Havana, Work of some priestess...
And Because Love Battles
And because love battles
not just in
And Because Love Battles And because love battles not just in its own burning fields but also in the mouths of men and women, I will finish this figh...
And Because Love Battles And because love battles not just in its own burning fields but also in the mouths of men and women, I will finish this figh...
I Want
I want to write you words
that don’t resemble
I Want I want to write you words that don’t resemble words. I want to make a language for you alone to fit the shape of your body and the breadth o...
I Want I want to write you words that don’t resemble words. I want to make a language for you alone to fit the shape of your body and the breadth o...
The Sorrows of the Moon
Tonight the languid moon dreams and
The Sorrows of the Moon Tonight the languid moon dreams and lingers, Like a beautiful woman on a couch who rests, Before falling asleep, with her car...
The Sorrows of the Moon Tonight the languid moon dreams and lingers, Like a beautiful woman on a couch who rests, Before falling asleep, with her car...
The Compass
All things are really only words
in a tongue of
The Compass All things are really only words in a tongue of endless gobbledegook that Someone or Something is writing in a book that is the history o...
The Compass All things are really only words in a tongue of endless gobbledegook that Someone or Something is writing in a book that is the history o...
If My Hands Could Peel
I say your name
on cloudy nights
when the
If My Hands Could Peel I say your name on cloudy nights when the stars come around to drink from the moon, and I sleep in the branches of secret palm...
If My Hands Could Peel I say your name on cloudy nights when the stars come around to drink from the moon, and I sleep in the branches of secret palm...
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