Monthly Archives: April 2018
She came from the sea, she came to marvel the pearl’s pinkest let to grieve. Advertisements
Dryad, in velvet bells, platforms, and heart-shaped shades– Boughs, cited to flare.
Mermaid in torn jeans, sea glistening on her knees- Your myth is safe with me.
Invention was your solitude, your twin, wasn’t it, Miss Nin? The way you spread secret pages like silk violet capes, like fringed shawls, over an air of mystery, and err of desire. You enabled symmetry, to confess. Why couldn’t a … Continue reading
Between blades and pines, she lay still, spreading forest to stars that filled her.
I found him, wanting, satyr’s swell of thorny play– fondling fresh, green grass.
Some kind of tender, hard to find its truest name– words fail to claim touch.
Some men rattle their chains and wonder, some sing them. Then there are others who spraypaint their chains rainbow siege and dance a jig like a peacock on fire, and when someone asks Isn’t it hard to dance around with … Continue reading
Coercion, tendered through soft vowels, falling, fingers like mouths, hold air, on the feted cusp.
To sway, with corset no more to bind, hips parlaying grace, to rivet greening desire.