Autumn, drying leaves, fallen apples rotting underfoot, sullen teens attending to bitter, underloved instructors. The horses at their paces, steamed breath pressed out from heated tunnels into colder air, like a dying dragon's last smoke flowing from within buried caverns. This bitter liver, swollen, the dull right ache. Lager and cider - wet blankets for … Continue reading Now We Are Cold
Husbands with children are sherpa lost in a blizzard on slippery ice where the air is thin blood vessels leak and ghosts begin to beckon -Martin Burns
Sometimes things just snap
Almost got to touch you, tonight. Caracal... you purr. Cat. Nails. Some light scratch. Tail slipping through grass. Almost got to touch you.
It's a bitch that spits, bites and claws - this thing that lumps us into rooms together. I know people who move side by side all the time, parallel, never meeting, don't touch to chat married, Squirrels squirreling nuts for a winter that never comes, busy busy busy Falling off power lines, smack onto the hot grill … Continue reading Heart on the Grill