Armor Your Love I caught your ‘sorry.’ Am tangles in a moon girl. I’m low, not that there’s love. You miss quiet, I left unseen. You love the fall, it’s so much you. Love makes. I cry in you, he could love still – who’s the way? With years in time, first ashes to you,…
Category: Graphite Smears
My writing – dribbles, drabbles, odds and ends, bits and bobs.
Grey Days
Originally posted on capital2apple:
Dear Jane, It has been a while since I last heard from you, but please feel no pressure to respond immediately. I know that you are very busy down in the Capital. It has been rather dreary and damp up here in NYC. This makes it hard to pry my…
Thinking
What is she thinking about, biting her lip like that? What is playing in her headphones? Her green-blue eyes flick back and forth as she watches things flash by outside. She leans on the bar with one hand, standing on one foot, her other foot resting on its toe. Brown leather boots with a slight…
Playlist 9 – Impressions, D26
Playlist: Depressed Song 26: She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5 Broken She comes to him every time stiff, unyielding, sharp, and aloof. She is glass and ice, and rusted nails and jagged metal edges. She comes to him with marble eyes that slide away from his, razors for cheekbones, and poison for lipstick. She…
The Runner
He’s leaning forward like a runner at the start line. Ready to bolt, right hand braced on his leg, left elbow propped on the other, his chin in his hand. He’s wearing big, clunky work boots that would make running difficult. A red backpack and canon camera hang off one arm. Deep-set eyes in a…
Ski-Jump Rose
Her nose looks bumpy, but it curves up right at the end like a ski jump. Crossed legs, bag in her arms. Her blond hair is pulled back, but it wisps out, fluttering near her eyes. Pierced ears, but no earrings. Looking away. Profile. She’s thinking. Pale eyes, most likely blue. Gold chain around her…
Containment
Can I lay myself down inside your bones for a little while? I need to rest a bit and I feel safe tucked in between the spaces in your skeleton. Because when I inhale deeply enough your ribs cage me in and I can feel each one holding me together as I fall apart.
Magnolia Blossoms
Originally posted on capital2apple:
Dear Jane, The magnolia trees are in blossom and I think of you every time I see them. The courtyard at work has four or five magnolia trees and they make the world a study in pink, white, and magenta. I feel happy and at peace when I look at…
Suspension
It’s been over two years since she woke up with the scent of someone else embedded in her skin, and it is both comforting and terrifying. She can smell his cologne and sweat and she remembers her face pressed into warm, smooth skin, and strong fingers stroking down the back of her neck. She remembers…
Belonging
Originally posted on capital2apple:
Dear Libby, Must you discuss such things? Was not there another conference you could have attended that weekend? Young Knitters of America perhaps? A nice wholesome club where like-minded people knit mittens for orphans, drink tea and discuss the latest episode of Downton Abbey? Where if someone happens to be…
New Jobs and Real Sex
Originally posted on capital2apple:
Dear Jane, It has been far too long since last we wrote each other. I know that we both are very busy, but I had a spare moment so I decided to place my pen to paper. Thus far it has been a delightful week. I am settling into my…
Spaces
Space. Spaces. The meaning occurs in the spaces between the words, in the unfulfilled potential between scenes. There were spaces between Donald and the things that he said. There are spaces between you and I. Is there meaning in those spaces? If I can eliminate any space between us does that mean we stop having…
Little Gentian 