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
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 