Book 2 of the AKA Investigations series ~ 1 ~ Ceremonial Tarp & Dangle I’m hanging upside down, wrapped in tarp, like some retarded Houdini. How did this happen? Well, it all started with me, on the way to my car after a close call. Back to minding my own business. I always mind my own business because I know there are plenty of other people out there who will mind it for me, if I let them, and I don’t feel they’re more qualified to fuck up my life than I am. Only that morning, I was meeting …Continue reading →
I hear your voice breathless and urgent making your request. I feel my heart, thumping, jumping dancing in my chest. I cup your face, pressing into you– slow, slow– You pull me in, gasping, your lips releasing endearments into my ear.
She flew in under my radar. buzzed my ivory tower, until I noticed her there, gracing the sky with her beauty, like an elegant, fragile bird. When I stopped searching the sky for Harpies and pterodactyls, I saw her…strong in her weaknesses, swooping and ascending, wings white as snow, reflecting the sunlight of hope. And when she landed, and I looked into her azure eyes, I saw her soul, her damaged but still strong wings, and I stroked her, felt the softness of her feathers, smelled the scent of wind and rain, heard the beauty of her song. And I …Continue reading →
What magic what survived the holocaust of the bitter edged sword, its flailing sparks upon the stone of US, is drawing a last breath. Seeking peace, I closed my drying eyes, and fell into the netherworld of unreal things, wished real‑ And you, with your lofty, oblivious loyalty, bent to kiss my lonely lips, And for that sharp moment all was as it had been THEN. My brain uninformed, drowsy‑ reality a stone’s throw away, but pale beside the stronger images of THEN‑ Shrouded and sealed in that trustplace, Sleep. from
I already love her mind. I already love her words. I already love the parts of herself she reveals to me in herds of raw, broken, struggling, yet completely filled vessels of hope and understanding. I’m not demanding totally sodden with angst, yet pure, unfettered, passionate, real. A bargain on hearts, today, mine’s a steal. I don’t know where this thing will go knowing, yet knowing, I cannot know wishing and hoping, that floating hope I’m holding the wrong end of the rope relating the angst of the things we do feeling connection, connection anew reaching for content, my spirit …Continue reading →