Flash Fiction & Poems
Beloved, I say. Louder still. …
Beloved, I say. Louder still. Waiting for your spine to unbend with recognition, I’m desperate to see your face. You shiver, but walk on.
Read moreMorning — dreams shrink back…
Morning — dreams shrink back as if the shadow of the sun is dangerous; dawn seductively pulls tinctures of light to guide the fading shade.
Read moreI wake up wanting poetry. I li…
I wake up wanting poetry. I listen for church bells & the traveling of your thighs along the warm sheets. I sit up with dawn, peaking.
Read moreFollowing you down this river …
Following you down this river of people, blinking fast against the sun, you’re a silhouette; a black ghost in my bright kaleidoscope.
Read moreMelda & I are a two-lady parad…
Melda & I are a two-lady parade. With her next to me I’m less brittle; I even smile, waiting for the rain of rice to descend upon our hair.
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