Tag Archives: legs

Noveltease

Tuesday afternoon, blowing off work to find his lover, in bed, fondling Madame Bovary’s text under the covers, literary flint and tease sparking his novel request–May I read between your legs?   (Photo by Henri Cartier-Bresson)

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Flint

A scissored valentine walked into a hard case. The floor, a silent witness, held its tongue. It was one of those Sundays that was acting like a Tuesday. Scrambled eggs, jazz, and a wet book of matches. This wasn’t going … Continue reading

Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Prose | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment