Deep set stone steps flicker with the light
Of swaying tree branches and city swept
Brown and red, sticking in crannies and gutters and
Slick from the morning mist, these autumn fingers and hands
Find their grip against closed shop doors.
Those little scratching feet leave their mark
Like animal-shaped shadows
As their voices…[Read more]
It’s that hard slam against shoulder,
Side, elbow, as you collide
Setting off a vibration that travels from
Your toes to the tips of your fingers
That leaves you breathless.
It’s that dizzying feeling down South-East-West-oh-God and
You’re stuck with the shakes
And his name on your tongue
As he claims your lips.
Mary leans over the pot of boiling water, prodding the pasta with a fork. The steam sticks to her face, and clings to her eyelashes.
When the front door creaks open, only then does she turn away from the meal. His broad shoulders are framed by the kitchen door, suitcase at his side. A smile breaks out across her face, as the water overflows…[Read more]
You’re like a storm —
Lightning eyes, and rough cheeks
Soft sweep of lips
And a golden glow that peeks out
Between jeans and shirt.
It’s this constant fight
To keep my fingers to myself
And your lazy smile
Leaves the fastest beat,
Squeezing the air from my lungs
With a suppressed gasp. A stutter.
I’m drowning and hoping.
Lips, tongue, mouth
Fall against my own
In a furious tug of war
Eyes, hair, skin –
Soft – and I can feel you talking
Through your fingertips
And the vibration of your body
Trailing sparks over your arms,
You shiver and gasp
In a goodbye,
In a surrender I’ll never forget.
Like insurgents running from the shore
Chasing and panting,
It slides and captures. Cunning and
Crazed, it grabs onto boots
And flying limbs,
Itching to pull them under.
Icy fingers twitch, beckoning them closer,
To show them the green and slippery
Shoes beat the road
In a weird stacatto
Of hard breaths and a catch
That starts deep in the throat.
Tripping feet and bloodless
Try catch the cross beams
Of passing cars
But with a drop,
Light curves over lips and hip and hair
And the “no entry” sign ahead
Blinks red and white
Before all sound stops.
One deep breath. That’s all it took to move out of that hunched position on the floor.
She lay flat on her back, staring at the ceiling, trying to get air to move in and out of her lungs and slow her crazy heart. She clutched at the ends of the carpet, her knuckles turning white with the tight grip, the nailpolish on her nails chipping.
It’s a small mercy when your mouth clamps shut and instead, you talk with your finger tips and feather touch. My body hums, finding a beat, a rhythm in a silence of gapes and gasps. And with a slow fury, I am the one fighting for words, tripping and stuttering, grasping for that last sweet note.
Red wine lips smacked sweetly, sticky and tacky, leaving imprints on the glass. Once-white teeth glowered back at me. It was like she had bitten into some bleeding carcas and I struggled to keep my shiver of disgust hidden.
Sitting before her made everything too real. She existed. This existed. My fingers battled silently in my lap, my leg…[Read more]
With feet propped up on the old oak table in her office, she applied her lipstick using a pocket mirror. The wood groaned under the weight of her legs, and with every shift, her leather boots creaked, adding music to the silence.
The last of the day’s light filtered through the blinds. With a last dab and glance at her reflection, Audrey lifted…[Read more]