Large bills whisper-light in my right jeans pocket; I hardly notice it’s enough to buy groceries for a month— the weight: that insignificant. Bells on the door chime when I enter. I ask if he’s here because I’m ready— I think… I notice his eyes first, blue, when he surfaces from the back rooms, then…
I and you are separate people, be we is an entity all to itself. Which is why a fill-in-the-blank statement involving I and we would be different than one involving I and you. I am _________ becuase we are _________ is not that same as I am _________ because you are _________ For example, I…
A Bold Move She’s made her web across my window, as if she knew looking out and looking in would make her world seem bigger. It was a bold move, I think, to build out in the open. Her striped legs dance across dew-sprinkled strands, her body growing larger as the heat of summer slips…
This week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt is “playful,” so I decided to try a bit of poetry. I’m rusty, to say the least. But here’s a bit of “playing with words.” Like You What if I (stopped/started) kissing you right beneath your earlobe, in that shadowy place where you forget to shave sometimes? Would you be…
She hadn’t blossomed in some time, but her leaves were green and supple still, strong from years of withstanding the weather. And there was hope. Spring was coming. Inside, she felt the stir, and wondered if maybe this would be her year.
I like to keep the things I write so I can go back and consider who I was when I wrote them…at a distance…like an anthropologist. It is easier to investigate my faults from space rather than in the midst of committing them. Today, I went back and read the four poems I wrote this…