her hands are a shock of cold that runsup my backI bite my lip, biting back the gaspas her icy touch climbs my spine and trickles down again I sink into hersink into the cold until the sting becomesa pleasant numbnessand I am almost warmthough the sun wanes behind a cloud and the breeze sends … Continue reading Her song is soft;
Tag: love
The Bells of St. Ann
'God has forsaken us. There is nothing here but ruins and mad men. My father blamed the slaves. I know it is us; God has turned away from us in shame.' This is a really early piece from my first year of undergrad creative writing.
Share this:
Oh that the lights were as bright!
Oh that the lights were as bright, as hot oh but they are only faded stars, caught and strung. icy white, cherry red, and yellow glow in imitation of warmth – they are but cold and not so bright. Tinsel, baubles, wrought glass and crystal angels all, all are cold. Red, white, green stripes, … Continue reading Oh that the lights were as bright!
Share this:
Orpheus Complex
Don’t look back, don’t look or you’ll lose everything forever, gone, in a burst of sulphur dragged back into the abyss to fade and decay to an empty carcass wandering without thought or memory. Don’t look back, don’t look, you’ll lose everything. But you itch you squirm to glance, to peek to remember what was, … Continue reading Orpheus Complex
Share this:
A Lullaby
When you are so far away, When you cannot sleep, These gifts are what I'll send to you Until next we meet: The ruby ribbons that swathe the sky At the fall of the morning star, And the cooling velvet touch of rain To break the spell Of a heavy sleepless night. I'll … Continue reading A Lullaby
The Haphazard Writer's Journal 