Getting used to it
In a moldering dream, I fitted a woolen sock over the stump of my leg. The two middle fingers of each hand were missing, the knuckles paper-skinned. A presence studied … Continue Reading Getting used to it
Serendipitous
As if the deck had been shuffled by some calculating clown, we were thrown together. More than once. More than thrice. Our two wrongs. But, oh! You made me blush … Continue Reading Serendipitous
Seconds
~The night man. When it’s time, he has packages for me. Seven a week. No time off for good behavior. They always fascinate, though I must buy them with pieces … Continue Reading Seconds
In memory
Were I to gatherthe rarest of woods,matchsticks in multitude,and vintage amber lac,I would set to the building of that Strad,its secrets laid bare by an angel. And in its voice … Continue Reading In memory
Seasonal
November is when cats die, in my experience. One from a seizure. Two from tiny hearts. They helped with Hallowe’en first, then left me to cry in doldrums of cold. … Continue Reading Seasonal
Reflections
~The swell and billow of a cloud in the blue hand of the sky. The slowness of its permutations, and how it imagines into life these tiny brown birds who … Continue Reading Reflections
Closets
I think of what the skin holds in, what’s in the bone, alone. The finds of the fingers that linger. What’s unsaid beneath the teeth. *** photo credit: https://openchurch.com/free-download/photo-of-womans-face-in-shadows-1004047/
By a brook
~Somewhere by a brook~I say. A Freudian slip. You say What? What was that? I say ~Nothing~ but can’t keep a leash on plodding thoughts that say ~Plant a small … Continue Reading By a brook
Etchings
At times,I am one for shrouds- the fogs of morning, the smokes of burnings, squints through filmy windows. Oh these private mysteries, these fond imaginings- Manet, Monet, Degas, Renoir. I … Continue Reading Etchings
Desperados
~I drove a car two hundred miles today. I know we’re not supposed to hug, but a woman cried in my arms as I despaired for her world. She said … Continue Reading Desperados
Jester
and this day has a nevermind feel the soulful king is full of regret ~hands off~ he knows watch those whispersfor they betray the teabag tumblesin morning mumbles do not … Continue Reading Jester
Back to back
Oh you, by the window- all metaphor and innuendo. Granny fists at the ready to cauliflower my ears, to pummel my donkey resoluteness. And I say Why Don’t You Make … Continue Reading Back to back
The return
In sleep, the slowing heart, the forgetful lungs speak of an unwanting… a stepping down, a recoiling and return.
The blush
When I was alive, you quickened in bright crimsons. When I was alive. (Image: Wasan Tita/Shutterstock)
Hemoglobin
Bubbles are venous in the red river’s valleys- oxygenated. [Image: https://pixabay.com/users/crystal_blair-16909546/ ]
Spring shall overcome
Bare of snow and ice we were In the winter’s dwindling days And we marked upon the calendar The season’s changing phase Eager things poked up their heads To test … Continue Reading Spring shall overcome
