in this narrow kitchen i dream a wild life with you. out there, he breathes. he loves you. i taste you and i believe, every evening, in everything. i don't know how we got here. but if this is where you find me, this narrow kitchen, with my heart on my sleeve. just whistle. .
https://experimentsinfiction.com/2020/12/09/eif-poetry-challenge-11-the-results/ A wonderful surprise (& delight!) to find my free verse piece, A Loose Tally, being chosen in the latest EIF challenge! Many thanks to Liyona & the folks at Experiments In Fiction. xo *A Loose Tally. “I have the rent until Valentine’s.”Something in the way you said this made me smile,made me wonder if … Continue reading A Loose Tally.
kitchen window three-ten blues she loves me, yeah. she loves you, too. oh, what's a boy to do? i ask you. on the rooftop, mars. she deems do cower. "please make it disappear." oh, what a to-do? i ask you. appropriate words. now that's what's needed. proper, appropriated, properly words. kitchen window four-ten blues i … Continue reading rooftop horizon
i'm looking at death, you're looking at life. but if we could both meet in the middle somewhere then we will both get to live a little. the important thing is genes, i guess. i cry. look at our fingers. *looks at fingers* makes me think about life and death and everything between. we laugh … Continue reading between.
the fourth eclectic reader renders stories of nantucket whalers. i didn’t buy a copy, i stole one from my teacher and i kept it in my blazer. * 'from new bedford sound, pacific bound, they were gone for several winters.' * round the cape of good hope, peru and argentina... now, crossing the equator. i … Continue reading the 4th eclectic reader
Tonight, laying in our bed - feet beached in sheets, salt beads on our brows, salt beads on our cheeks - the thought again about leaving. It was fleeting, like the lighthouse beam that plays across the headland, plays across the bay. The beam that threads the walls of this charmed room is a silken … Continue reading A Thimble.
