Replace those lyrics airing themselves into this open, inebriated air where the conversation flows like a pour from a rotten tap, foamy and stuttering with pause. Fleetwood Mac serenade. The banal drive of pop palp, why not just call it “Sex on a Stove” and have Stevie serenade Lindsay, have Christine McVie lament John. Their […]
Read MoreVolley and gambit, crazed lassos of reckless curiosity cast and tightening around this, that, a thing there and a world gleaming in new wonder; oh how you’ve divined the water of life and air of love from a world too often fraught with tremble and disease. You unearthed the well-spring of rejuvenation, unsullied the gorgeous […]
Read MoreGet my science My inglorious monolith Gleaming like a wet spire Left to inspire The quiver, shake, shudder Of breathless ecstasy And a soul back-broken, Half-intent and bent Wondering why this wasn’t home And the cordial moan Was a sip when a draft beckoned Begged and swore The cuss of yearning An unblessed prayer Where […]
Read MoreAs if they were Those hands, Those lips That mouth. The spill of salt and lust Is a dream ready for real, The Pinocchio magic Of a lonely heart Searching for complete; Daring for connection And the firm grip, Stroke, Flinch Of shuddering release. In the end it’s quiet, An ecstasy awaiting The ecstatic. A […]
Read MoreThe church’s bells clanged in the winter air, a flock of sleeping pidgeons roused from their afternoon sleep by the toll of the hour. Rick looked toward the silhouettes of the departing flock and for a moment forgot all about Kathy and her temper. Those birds were free, small hearts rapidly thrumming in time with […]
Read MoreWhen Dawn looked at Matthais, he wouldn’t return her stare. Instead he watched the waves lose small battles against the rocky shore. Like her, the ocean would win someday, but today she was broken; cresting too early and her arguments sliding off Matthais like delicate sea foam. He didn’t want to hear about Martin, named […]
Read MoreAwake. Moonlight assaults and cold, so cold and shaking. Maybe from the air. Maybe from the sin of still caring. Carried there to here on the creaking stretcher of consciousness and delivered, sweating, breathing fast into now; horrific now, the creeping, inky unfathomable space of drowning above the surface. Hands pull, never tearing, but crushing […]
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