Tag: Desire

Alice

She sets a folded towel upon cool sheets, her ass makes a depression on the mattress. Silence is never a full-proof method of understanding each other, even if hands are involved. They touch, then they talk. Talking is never a full-proof method of… His…

She Is Not Among The Debris

    She forgets the slow current’s nature The bridge makes memory disappear Both sides, anchored to one another By concrete skin, steel bolts, a mirage Beams and illusion. Hazy covenant The shores are never separate sides Only two similarities, held in suspension  …

The Floor Is So Cold Tonight

  The floor is so cold tonight The dust scurries, moves, hides My palm takes the pulse of linoleum Wax, dirt, desire, finish,  surface,  sealer Remnants of shine, all but a bug skeleton speck We were the warmth, the life, struggle, the stumble Laying…

Published

                     

A World Away Means We Are Dust

  A world away means we are dust Showing a sign Is a leaf in the crack of the sidewalk   Even if I did say Something stupid You know I’m true   Even though I got mad You know my heart is real…

The River (Portrait #1)

  The river– Cold, of a certain depth, certain speed, enough to conceal . Annie had freckles that hid frowns, dusty eyes—unmanageable red hair like wild wires sitting upon a strange round head. Pulling Jessie’s wet wrists, towards the water, hands slipped away. Annie…

%d bloggers like this:
%d bloggers like this:
%d bloggers like this:
%d bloggers like this:
%d bloggers like this:
%d bloggers like this: