• Kumquat commented on the post, misaligned 2 years ago

    My teeth are misaligned
    so my mother takes me to the orthodontist
    an awful middle-aged man
    he takes my teeth in his pliers
    and pulls and pulls and
    until *poof* they’re all gone
    every last one
    “All done!” he beams
    “A perfect smile.”

  • Kumquat commented on the post, religious 2 years, 8 months ago

    “I’ve never been religious,” I said.
    “Well then it’s a great time to start. Put your hands on your head and turn around.”
    As if in a dream, I did as he told and heard a predatory click. Then one more.

  • Kumquat commented on the post, revival 3 years ago

    Revival of the greatest
    Master’s glee
    Don’t get caught in jubilee

    Revival of the master
    Slave’s disgrace
    Don’t get caught in cool embrace

  • Kumquat commented on the post, armor 3 years, 4 months ago

    I build myself an armor of secrets but really it’s an armor of tissue paper and with every word you whisper to me parts of it disintegrate
    flake off
    flutter around and form a vortex of comfort
    drawing closer to you
    and your sweet nothings pierce the final bit of chain link paper as I melt into you

  • Kumquat commented on the post, deity 3 years, 5 months ago

    My deity is my love –
    It drives me, begs me to be perfect.
    Be selfless, be admiring.
    Use me unconditionally,
    It says.

  • Kumquat commented on the post, undone 3 years, 6 months ago

    Underneath the wretched sun
    My evil laces come undone
    Caught like houseflies in a net
    I pray for when the sun will set.

  • Kumquat commented on the post, angels 3 years, 8 months ago

    Angels appear differently for everyone. For me, my angels manifest themselves in the people I love. My family, my friends, my lover. They offer me a holy salvation that traditional angels could never deliver.

  • Kumquat commented on the post, peripheral 3 years, 9 months ago

    Peripheral, that’s me
    Constantly on the edge
    Never the focus
    Always the wallflower
    People see me
    Out of the corners of their eyes
    But they don’t really see me
    Not ever
    They see my mistakes
    But they don’t see me
    Constantly in the peripheral

  • Kumquat commented on the post, weaving 4 years, 12 months ago

    Bird Call sat diligently over her cord pot, weaving the knots tighter and tighter, trying to get them perfectly coiled. This was her final test, her rite of passage, and it had to be perfect. Already, the calluses on her hands were rubbing raw, but she must complete the project by nightfall.

  • Kumquat commented on the post, headband 5 years ago

    I sleeked back my hair into a high pony, clipped in the loose strands, and topped off the look with a sparkly headband. Not only was I going to the gym today, but I knew for a fact that Paxton would be there, my destined true love. My one thought was the hope that he would decide to look over at the treadmill where I was and smile. I would die.

  • Kumquat commented on the post, tribal 5 years ago

    The tribal pattern on her skirt was hideous. She wore way too much makeup. Her hair: morbidly bleached. I processed all these atrocities as she approached me, my older sister.

  • Kumquat commented on the post, rivalry 5 years ago

    Rivalry could not even begin to describe the relationship between them. Hate could not begin to describe the utter animosity they felt toward each other. Total war, that’s what state the resided in; total love.

  • Kumquat commented on the post, speaking 5 years ago

    Speaking had always gotten my nerves up in a whirl, but I hadn’t realized the extent of my fear until now, this moment.
    Thousands of people gazed up into my face, their eyes speaking snippets of hope, faith, trust.
    I would betray them all.
    Mouth moving of its own accord, I began to speak, and I commenced to bring shame to most shameless…[Read more]

  • Kumquat commented on the post, visit 5 years, 1 month ago

    J’ai visite ma grand-mere le moin derriere. Elle est tres bien, mais elle est vieille…

  • Kumquat commented on the post, fishing 5 years, 1 month ago

    Fishing at a lake in the mountains
    Lake Como, at Blanca Peak
    No fish to be seen
    Cast in the line
    Reel ’em in

  • Kumquat commented on the post, confined 5 years, 1 month ago

    Confined inside of myself
    Colors and numbers and words
    Fighting each other to escape
    My brain of single mindedness
    Stuck in my box
    Total square
    Stories swell like waves
    Then crash in on themselves
    How to I escape

  • Kumquat commented on the post, souvenir 5 years, 1 month ago

    My scars
    Memories of battles
    Fought and battles
    Won and battles
    Souvenir splayed across
    My cheek and dashed
    Across my

  • Kumquat commented on the post, denim 5 years, 1 month ago

    Denim jeans
    Rubbing me the wrong way
    Slide down grassy slope
    Tumble backwards
    Denim ripped
    Across the knee.

    Denim jacket
    Sitting across my shoulders
    Too snug
    Feelings of inappropriate grandeur
    Who am I?

    I don’t

  • Kumquat commented on the post, grove 5 years, 1 month ago

    A grove of apple trees loomed over me as I strolled into the twilight, no destination set in mind. A single luscious, red fruit tapped my toe, and I plucked it from its cushiony bed among the leaves, taking a giant, juicy bite from the plump center. It was delicious.

  • Kumquat commented on the post, terrain 5 years, 1 month ago

    Rocky and wild
    Side of a mountain
    Lush and plush
    For four-wheeling
    For hiking
    For gazing
    For drawing
    I don’t know which
    Is my favorite
    But I love the earth