Category Archives: Writing
“It makes my panties wet, When you get literary like that” So I locked eyes with her, And slowly mispronounced… “Proust” Advertisements
This is just to say that I am in the back yard there’s a red breasted robin feeding 5 feet away, a woodpecker upside down at the same feeder and a burning red cardinal sitting not far above. Their songs … Continue reading
like a cat… lithe limbed, long torsoed, strutting across my path, that glance… and I am caught up in your scent, musk, your nails like claws now digging into skin, bloody gashes along my back… fierce bites – half-moons rising … Continue reading
A shrine carved from rock, her face – now flesh molded by wind, by years – still worthy of worship, eyes upon her war, upon yours, your magic song on the wind that carves…. (A lean cheek, — a blue … Continue reading
I am sitting by a wall of glass, harbor outside, wind, lightning and thunder and rain and in each flash I see you next to me, that it’s just a camera flash moment, sudden capture, still…. you are next to … Continue reading
Sometimes… a drawing bow
Am I alone in obsessing over the fate of Astrolabe?