Vignette (2)

The shop is tiny, the very definition of a hole-in-the wall - at least, assuming there is a wall. People huddle together, each staring at a smartphone or with headphones on. They're all waiting for their turn to order a coffee, and they pay quickly. The outside of the store is very plain, advertising coffee and…

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the timer, 1.2

the clock is running. she's speaking, tentative. she's only got eleven minutes to present the story. it's not enough time. confident now: three minutes left.

green + tide

the lawn is green, but only just. it's dried, crunching under foot (summer)   green tea brews amber; mini tidal wave into thin porcelain cups.   bottle of fabric detergent in the laundry; keeping clothing fresh.

shadow-self

walking through the night streetlights glow through thin curtains - wind echoes a song. a ghost walks on soft feet, treading by candlelight: wisps of smoke follow. mirror in a dark room - there stands a shadow. she looks like she knows me.

poetry 101 rehab: scream + circus

label me: cool. smart. fun. interesting. this is both the best and worst thing you can do. (you never stopped to see if i could live up to it) i'm kicking at the window, swirly-patterned glass distorting our shared view. see me - do you see me? (do you only see what you would like…

rein + quest

take full rein, allow yourself to enjoy the calm: just days off madness. start your latest quest - pause in between and request the help you refused. make your plans, in full control: call yourself a queen and wreck your quests.

magic & glimmer

steal magic from the sky, breathe in star-ash and watch the night's sparkle. catch the stars as they fall, tuck them into a bag - use in rituals. weave a tapestry. magic, glimmering in each and every strand.

tangible (2/2)

weave your hands together, catalogue me: tell me what you see. inky, red-black hair; fruity hair product and callused-rough fingers. heavy hallucinatory silence and coffee. (am i getting this right?)

tangible (1/2)

breathe you in: spicy coffee and bright purple nail polish. cinnamon gum and the scars on your knuckle; quiet humming when bored. this is how i know you. 

poetry 101 rehab: deliberation

here, mademoiselle, a row of masks - all designed to your specifications. (one to hide calm; three to hide chaos - four to demonstrate apathy) wait - monsieur - where is the chaos i requested? -my last briefing, at its most detailed had a description of madness. ah, you do not see it - i…