Desire flows, a natural watercourse moving towards an ocean, a lake, a sea of felicity. Its channels erode wider rather than deeper, becoming more expansive with time, flowing more freely more languidly more mindfully. Aqueous immersion. ___________________ Written from prompt for day 12, NaPoWriMo.net I replaced the word “river” with “desire”, although there isn’t much left of googled sentences contaning the word “river” in this. Continue reading Estuary
I see you in sleep, the sands of remembrance collecting in the corners of my eyes. You, walking across the kitchen bare feet padding quietly, slim legs in blue shorts, slipping in and out. Your face smiles familiar with a luminescence defiant of gravity as you fall in slow motion into my arms where you could not lay in the unconscious world of your last hours Continue reading Defiant of Gravity
Piddling around the kitchen on a rainy Spring morning, washing the French press, feeding the dogs (Sam barking his megaphone bark and Peggy Sue prancing) and lightly swaying to horns and drums on the radio, thinking of birthday cakes (store-bought or home-made?) and loitering on a park bench with a view of Isidore’s sculpture and rumbling streetcars (a favorite spot) among cake crumbs and milk In May, an impending anniversary (smiles) plans of lunch at Commander’s and a melon martini (or two) then, a leisurely waddle down Pyrtania among the oaks and lacy ladies standing proud on their lawns of … Continue reading Kitchen Thoughts
Purple shadows drop in my hand The river falls at sundown Ships’ horns fly on currents of muted air, over would-be lovers stalled by red lights, yearning for saturation The river carries its cargo, unresisting waves ripple through weed-choked sand The day fades to darkness a delirious outcome wings into dreams Continue reading Currents
Held to Earth by fiber and root Palm leaves contort in the wind like words flung across a thunder filled room, end over end, between our quarreling anger You have no idea the effect your words had on me last night in bare feet, water dripping from just-shampooed hair and frustrated eyes, I wrapped a shield of silence around my body, a security blanket, while your voice boomed its disapproval Palm leaves wiggle and chatter, each frond single yet attached to the petiole, every petiole dependent on the rooted stem In stormy weather it’s tossed but it’s flexible, not allowing … Continue reading Palm Strong
whirring fluttering transparent whisps on the wind sequined grace iridescent defies the p u l l of ordinary Continue reading Ruby Throated
