Yo Sindo

The dancer and the piano, My fingers on the keys her legs scissoring across polished wooden flooring, click clack of stabbing, rhythmic heels reflection up her body: the once youthful legs, spinning skirt blood red dress, bare arms spread wide supporting stony face, dark hair pulled tight she pivots, struts, strides to the beat I … Continue reading Yo Sindo

Wrapping Backwards

Something about losing small pieces - an errant tooth, the color in my hair, the smell of autumn as father held my hand, fading vision / a kidney butchered under failing hands, and time a butterfly flapping backward through time, wrapping itself in strands fading memories wandering banter stolen kisses amongst the shrubbery, the illicit … Continue reading Wrapping Backwards