humility triggers internal swells. starlight cracks and flickers in the night. chains grittle and spray. blood and bones paint the way. gravity claims the tawdry refrain. planted starboard she relishes the sight. –prompt borrowed from sundaywhirl.wordpress.com
Category: Writing
untitled i
its in the birth of an ending and the death of a beginning a slap issued a cry that’s stifled these are the things we cannot undo the things that leave us undone a hand that never enfolds an i that doesn’t conclude with sorry it is a love that was never truly found or…
Things that Cannot Be Undone
“I can’t do this.” He is driving the car. In the passenger seat, she turns and notices he has begun to cry. “What? What can’t you do?” Her hand is steady but her heart beats faster. “I just can’t do this…” he is shaking. “Pull over.” She looks out the window searching for a spot…
19 months later nightmares revealed (when you make a promise you have to keep it)
Beginning / It is 2 am. His palms are sweating clutching at my hands. He is crying into my shoulder. A mousetrap sits directly behind him and I keep holding him so that he won’t set it off. I am determined not to be afraid. “What did you say bitch!” We hear the screams. We jump…
motherhood: a molecular transformation
be willing to die everyday to the person you think you, to hand the wave back to the ocean…(Arjuna Arday) motherhood changed me at a molecular level. it restructured my dna. there was a moment in time when i was wanda – woman fully grown and in charge of my destiny. i was capable and…
biology is the least of what makes someone a man (586 words of gratitude: love prose)
i grew up surrounded by men, my family large: my mother born number 5 in a sibship of twelve and my father number 2 in a brotherhood of six. two men parented me, or at least attempted, one i called daddy, the other i introduce as dad. my grandfathers i idealized and adored. my brothers…
not since the extermination of the Jews by the nazis
i was folding laundry the day rwanda invaded my living room the smell of bleached white boxers warm from the dryer fills the air on screen africans murdering africans murdering africans caught in a daze my own fantasy land playing house yet not grown in the background he stood laughing on the phone rwanda i say that’s nowhere the reply…
The Only Virgin he Knew
“You ready to die over this pussy?” She stares him directly in his eye, one bottle in each hand. “Cause I am.” he’s not use to this, they’ve never jumped at him before, never raised their hand to him. Uncertain, he squats and returns her gaze. he’s use to fear. Fear he understands. Fear he…
Dr. Hatshepsut Meagher Warner Grants an Interview
The room is provincial with eclectic styling. There were artifacts from all locations ancient and endangered. It would have been better situated in the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History with the African Masks coupled with photographs of Aboriginal Australians, the floor covering a delicate oriental rug complete with hand stitched lotus blooms in fading…
sex and the single mother
Bad sex lingers like pepto-bismal at the base of your throat. No matter how many glasses of water you drink you just can’t seem to shake that chalky pepperminty blah taste. It makes you wonder if you should have just lived with the sour stomach and diarrhea. Hence the case for celibacy. Standing in her…
fearfree living 