she collects pebbles until her hands are stiff. her fingers cramp up from inspecting them and her skirt pocket tears away under the weight. at home she tucks them into corners, glues them in place. tries not to breathe in the fumes. the leather satchel is torn, strips of material peeling away in places and… Continue reading vulnerable
stage one: butter up, create a clever word play hope it all pays off. stage three: flattery. spin words in a mock trial wait for the verdict. stage five: still waiting. calmly fretful as the word is spoken: reward.
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… Continue reading Vignette (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.
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.
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.
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… Continue reading poetry 101 rehab: scream + circus
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.
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.
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?)