rooftop horizon

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

A Thimble.

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.

Twice (For Some Reason).

Paul, being her lover, tried, with his voice, to rouse her. She'd liked his voice. But not so much now it seemed. He spoke her name with a frog in his throat. We giggled. Sally did nothing. Then he was nose to the carpet, ear next to her's. He stroked her hair. He spoke her … Continue reading Twice (For Some Reason).