Monthly Archives: June 2013

chasing red

16 Sunday Jun 2013

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People find me just fine– when they need me.

Needfulness follows me until it’s my turn to chase her and pull her retreating tresses.

They are auburn. She calls them red.

I’ve tasted one of her red hairs. She smelled of orange blossoms and grandeur.

I wanted to digest her.

So, I kissed her forehead leaving wet imprints from her third eye to her orange scalp.

As I breathed her in, I bit a piece of hair and sucked her through my teeth.

No flowers found–only red clay protein.

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never

05 Wednesday Jun 2013

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i promised myself i would never write you.
i promised myself i would never write us.

writing makes it too real.

i want you
in my peripheral
behind thoughts of
gory movies and old
newspaper clippings.

i don’t read the papers anymore.

clip. clip, snip, snip.

i don’t reach for your love anymore.

clip, clip, snip, snip.

the only thing left of ours
is the end.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/06/05/daily-prompt-never/

pink pate and lost photos

04 Tuesday Jun 2013

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(photo courtesy of michelle weber)

i.

“Why is every picture I click emphasizing his damn wedding ring?”

“I am sorry. Can we take another one. Maybe with that pinkish purple stuff?” Katherine suggested.

“Pinkish purple stuff, really?” Margaret says stiffly.

“They send us a food photographer who knows nothing of food. Bloody brilliant!” she thinks grabbing the “stuff” and beginning to lovingly spoon it on the plate.

“Oh great… a purist,” Katherine thinks blushing at her ignorance and the awkwardness of the situation.

After all, it’s not very often Katherine had to take a photo series of her lover and his wife.

ii.

secret love
wrecks and rebuilds
my spilling spirit.

our heat burns water
into wine.

taboo touches.

sweetness slices
melt on our tongues.

i tattoo your lip’s
tracks on my thighs.

we boil.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/06/03/weekly-writing-challenge-1000-words-three/

orange robes flying on a tuesday

04 Tuesday Jun 2013

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We watch a monk cross the street, his bright orange robes tuck into a red fleece jacket.

“That reminds me of Chris and I standing in front of the library when the Dahli Lama came to town. I remember he was so excited. It was so unlike him to care about international things. But, he was so excited! And, so was I! I remember that day. We were so in sync. And, now he’s in a coma. We’re still in sync. It just feels different now. Now, I gotta be more faithful that we are thinking the same.”

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