Calvin had only been to see Laina twice since she went away, but she came to him often. Whether it was in the morning in their mother’s kitchen, that same creamy new sun light pouring over the beige cabinets now stained with years of use, or it was in the bedroom they’d shared growing up, […]
Read MoreThose pens gripped had spilled more blood than ink, and now carnage roiled by each word spat in epitaph carelessness gathered in conscious pools, the bilious exhuming their regrets in a fountain of their own rot. If care were a weapon, then a nuclear strike had decimated the good and cold blue stared with disdain […]
Read MoreIn hand, a throat, the grip loose but enough to squeeze the stress of yearning and the flex of lust. In hand, hair, tangled through fingers and matted with the sweat of night and their effort. In hand, a breast, center raised to hardness and expecting tongue. In hand, the wet, soft fabric smoothed by […]
Read MoreThe carotid heat of her touch unleashes the torrid spill of his eloquence. She’s a blaze and he’s an angel in love with flesh and light, wings searing with divinity and lust leaving a bloom of charred air in his wake. It’ll storm, this reign a flood of his untamed ardor, and she’ll peel away, […]
Read MoreThe break crash whim. The startle. Wind whistle fuckery and a turned cheek to another direction. Hailstorm loss, dented metal and titanium weakness. Bent soul, crooked and weighted, impatient, unfathomable, unwelcome. You’re singing in the breeze, excuses floating past now into yesterday, words finding no mooring like a dingy in a hurricane, gale-blasted and sinking, […]
Read MoreThey’re saying “thank you.” You might not be able to hear them, but their voices are low, some stuck in the swallow of tears, some interrupted by the kindness of laughter you gifted them; maintaining your memory like stained glass in a grand cathedral of their memory. Cherished. Adored. Caught in the sun. Spilling color […]
Read MoreIn this unblessed house, bones tremble under the pressure of pulsing ardor and she’s stirred, yet disconnected, body shifting and soul pulled as his weight bears down on her hungrily. She steels herself for the oncoming rush of his greed, the saliva trails he’ll leave on her neck and chest, and she tries to remember […]
Read MoreThe broken down black Camero he drove had turned Shelly on, but niw that he was at her ranch, she felt shy and stupid. Gary was the kind of guy all the girls in her class talked about: older, dangerous, fast. And his hands seemed to have a mind of their own when they’d met, […]
Read MoreThis winsome song played in the hollow Of our ribs, the marrow of our undoing A breathless request, melody lilting into yesterday Devoid of sorrow for hunger and fullness Like an undone clasp On the honor of welcome. Be mine tonight And murder worry With the proof Of ignited yearning. ————————————————- #poem #poetry #writing #writer […]
Read MoreAnika had set the fire. She’d set all of them since she was a child. They licked at the night and that’s what she loved, to see the way they danced and yelped for the stars, for freedom and release. How their orange and yellow fury flitted and exhaled smoke into the unsuspecting sky, like […]
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