Young beauty waltzes in the door just past dawn, bronze skin buffed to shining, framed by black-brown hair-- a yard of silk down her back. Slim hands slide a bill across the counter and she tells me "Keep the change." A gum-pink tongue dances behind her teeth, the pointed pearls so perfect and bright. My … Continue reading April 16: Chagrin
Something is wrong with me-- something small and dark is lurking in a place I cannot find. Maybe it is sharp, and pricks the fingertips of men who dare to hold me close. Maybe it whispers in their ears as we lay asleep, a midsummer nightmare beat in racing pulse. They spit me out, perhaps … Continue reading atropa belladonna
She fills the frame, picture and mirror, her hips broad and round. A full belly and wide back. A soft body-- no sharpness in silhouette. She is too big. She has a pretty face, she’s told-- she learned-- it’s such a shame her pretty face does not match her body. She could be beautiful, desirable, … Continue reading A Fitting Title
Typewriter Moon 