Porchlight floats in soft through threadbare curtains crisscrossing our shadows with the kitchen's single-bulb glow while we stand slowly swaying, bare feet dancing in tiptoed steps, quietly on the crushed carpet. The stereo is low but the night is late and the music sounds like surround as he curls me against his chest before casting … Continue reading April 6 : Requiem
Like plastic crinkled under foot in back seats-- floorboard litter with lipstick napkins, and under beds lost with the left sock kicked off between blankets on hot nights. Like glass on window sills waiting to be reused-- heavy and strong even in its vacancy, eager to hold those small and soft things we so readily … Continue reading Heart Like An Empty Bottle
You sit in sweltering Georgia heat, mosquitos drinking from salted skin. Another glass of sweet iced tea, fingered with Jack Daniel’s sour mash whiskey, sweats in your hand. The moon dips below the lip of your rented wrap-around porch and throws pale light on your rocking chair. Soon, when the warm liquor has curled in … Continue reading To Savannah, With Love
Typewriter Moon 