writers corner

Full Moon In Libra

A journal entry / 430AM / Bathroom Floor Is this what I get? Is this what I give? Is tender …

PDA

You’ve started the rhythmic counting in your head that you picked up in fourth grade when you started percussion. One, two, blip, four, blip, two, three, four, one, blip, three, four…

You whip your head around. What did you just hear? Was that the front door closing? Is someone home? You realize it was nothing and become aware of the heavy beating in your chest, your shallow breathing. Blip. (Were you doing this before?) It was probably nothing you reassure yourself -blip-, as you pick little pieces of chip and paper off the ground that have collected there since last night. Blip.

ENTRY 4

Finger the fear out of me, I’m longing for your ease.

Intent

I want to be touched with good intention, trying too hard to make you not want me. Not putting forth …

Rising Change

You swear that if he stood in the West that’s where the sun would rise. Then you remember that you’re …

When Your Mouth Is Cold

You miss him. At 11PM when he’s laying beside you and you wait too long after eating ice cream to …

Selective Memory

Cut throat razors will remind me of you, like cut throat words remind you of me. I will remember yogurt …

Melauthious

I’m not surprised there isn’t yet a word that embodies him. One must be venial to our language because it …

Bone Trail

There’s a trail tattooed on your skin where my fingers have ventured over your shoulder and across your collar bone. …

Who told us it was okay to feel this much. Where is the science to explain finding God in someone’s …

Eat Your Heart Out

I tasted myself on your mouth. It was the first time I knew warmth was a flavour.

Cultivating

the rain said do no worship water no whisper of wants can stop the mad man in the sky as he …