Posts Tagged: love
Weeds
It goes like this: You start out standing next to each other in a green green field lit by a white gold sun – spring is beginning. Just the gossamer edges of your Personal Space Bubbles brush up against each
Weeds
It goes like this: You start out standing next to each other in a green green field lit by a white gold sun – spring is beginning. Just the gossamer edges of your Personal Space Bubbles brush up against each
You
Shut up. Words are useless. They come out of us like dust, moved here and there in neat piles that sit and wait to be swept up, or get blown around again by rushing feet and muddy paws. You say
You
Shut up. Words are useless. They come out of us like dust, moved here and there in neat piles that sit and wait to be swept up, or get blown around again by rushing feet and muddy paws. You say
Engagement Photo – new
Their faces puffy, bloated drunk, they laugh and laugh until it hurts. They sit and smirk, roped tight and tied – even now, without the knot. It will hurt. He will only leave one day – if
Engagement Photo – new
Their faces puffy, bloated drunk, they laugh and laugh until it hurts. They sit and smirk, roped tight and tied – even now, without the knot. It will hurt. He will only leave one day – if
Kitchen Matter – new
She chops the cloves she will not eat, head bent, hand clenched around the knife. Slice slice slice – pause – slide, dice, pile – neat. Blade scrapes garlic to iron pan. Oil sizzles pops jumps. Tiny burns
Kitchen Matter – new
She chops the cloves she will not eat, head bent, hand clenched around the knife. Slice slice slice – pause – slide, dice, pile – neat. Blade scrapes garlic to iron pan. Oil sizzles pops jumps. Tiny burns
Onion
I breathed you for the first time, my nose deep in your neck – inhaled your salty sweetness, like a red-violet onion simmering in hot oil. Your rings wreaked wretched as I peeled them back, but my eager olfactory sniffed
Engagement Photo
Their faces puffy, bloated drunk, they laugh and laugh until it hurts. They sit and smirk, roped tight and tied – even now, without the knot. It will hurt. He will only leave one day – if not with legs,
Engagement Photo
Their faces puffy, bloated drunk, they laugh and laugh until it hurts. They sit and smirk, roped tight and tied – even now, without the knot. It will hurt. He will only leave one day – if not with legs,
Mamma (Or, Clinical Depression)
She sits, feet tucked, on sinking couch, socks overstretched from unchanged days. She pulls at lint, the dust of time on her nine to five pajama suit. Thinking that to make a sandwich would mean to move, disturb the darkness.
Mamma (Or, Clinical Depression)
She sits, feet tucked, on sinking couch, socks overstretched from unchanged days. She pulls at lint, the dust of time on her nine to five pajama suit. Thinking that to make a sandwich would mean to move, disturb the darkness.
Sparrow
I wear this sparrow ring, five dollars – cheaply made. The already-tarnished plastic brass wraps my index, a light-weighted folding embrace. A little loose, but I like it this way. I point forward and she flies outward toward my
Seeping
I breathed you for the first time, my nose deep in your neck – inhaled your salty sweetness, like a red-violet onion simmering in hot oil. * I’ve consumed you since. I’ve tasted love-violet on my tongue.
Slow Dance inspiration by Michael Dickman
More than putting another man on the moon, more than a New Year’s resolution of yogurt and yoga, we need the opportunity to dance with really exquisite strangers. A slow dance
Slow Dance inspiration by Michael Dickman
More than putting another man on the moon, more than a New Year’s resolution of yogurt and yoga, we need the opportunity to dance with really exquisite strangers. A slow dance
Toes
So it came down to toes – to the tightening tops of her tingling feet, the pressing of her heels to dewy blades of grass. It took the curling of her pinkies, Squishing rain-soaked sod; the tense curve of her
Kitchen Matters
She chops the cloves she will not eat, Head bent, hand clenched around the knife. Slice slice slice – pause – Slide, dice, pile – neat, Blade scrapes garlic to iron pan. Oil sizzles pops jumps – Tiny burns on
Kitchen Matters
She chops the cloves she will not eat, Head bent, hand clenched around the knife. Slice slice slice – pause – Slide, dice, pile – neat, Blade scrapes garlic to iron pan. Oil sizzles pops jumps – Tiny burns on
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