Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
I am an angry woman, not pretty angry, not cute angry, but dragon hungry angry, lipstick smeared all over my face angry, twilight dying angry, box cutter to my skin angry, skin wailing, burning angry, when I said no and you cried and said, “Don’t you love me anymore,” angry. Read more
I unearthed a seahorse—lithe and dried, Slumped heavy in sand and Sweltering by the microwave of The smoldering sky. It laid bent and braided, bore black Pinprick eyes, and had found throne By the salty phalanges of Poseidon’s clench The gulls had gawked and the Sun had stalked my bony Read more
Never content, you drew wayward thrills from my fear of abandonment. Fastidious, you picked my bud smelt it gently, then squashed it underfoot. You left with quiet force, your silent footfall boomed in my ears. split the space where we stood. Photo Credit: MattysFlicks Flickr via Compfight cc
He rubs his thumb against two other ones, index and next, fingertip circles slow until it flows — honeysuckle scent from some dripping aperture, brass faucet. Knows by rote the bubble height you like — that steam makes nightmares dreams, cleans freshly shrunken dolls. How intimate submerging naked seems, even Read more
Fingers are monsters, hands are storms, they clench and shipwrecks bubble from knuckles and children are turned into orphans and little birdies are tortured, wings go wrong, and sun goes moon and dark slams into light and someone somewhere gives up the fight too many pills, too many potions, too Read more
The rib never fit And the apple had worms Fig leaves are for fools shaming the Triangle of life Caves sheltered as long as you brought Down your share, felled by points you Chiseled by the hour, in between Sewing skins and putting the baby To your breast— Migrations, snow, Read more
we grow in towers and in hightides and blossom with the coming of winter in the anomaly of bittersweet outbursts we find some comfort in woolen sweaters. our lack of empathy, guarded in the white cuffs around our necks; there are tears meditating on your face, but we cry rebellion Read more
