He has his eyes closed behind his aviators, nodding his head in time to the tinny beat she can just make out. His tan pants are tight and molded to his legs, his ankles crossed and feet tucked under the seat a little. There’s a small, raised white scar on his left thumb. The veins…
Tag: writing
Playlist 1 – Angry Poem 1
Playlist: Angry Constraint: Make a poem using the first line of each song from a playlist, then play with the form. No Witty Titles For This Click for poems ↓ Angry 1
Groceries
Quid checked the list again, who the hell put all the vegetables and fruits on it, she wondered. The only items she had on the list were prepackaged meals – microwaveable stuff, mac and cheese, boxed rice, and ramen. It could have been anyone because they all ate a lot healthier than her. She grabbed…
Sparks Wanted
The urge to write has mostly left me due to many personal issues, but this man is something to record even if I feel no real spark. I have been admiring suits and ties lately so the first thing I noticed about him was that I thought the knot on his tie was ridiculous. It…
Baby
Daddy called her stupid, useless, shit-for-brains, hey numbskull, and idiot among other things. Ma called her Tammy, Tammy Lynn, not right now baby, I’m busy, maybe later. Her teachers could never remember her name. Beatrice called her Tammy-Lynn, but that doesn’t fit you, how about Quidnunc, Quid for short. Friend, best friend. Her classmates called…
Between His Legs
He had his legs spread, long fingers wrapped around the lower half of a large coffee cup and all she could think about was getting down on her knees between those legs and those long fingers pushing through her short hair. She imagines one of those fingers pressing inside her or all five of them…
Tattoos
Tattoo peeks up over the collar of his loose orange shirt, the cuffs slide down over the backs of his hands. The tattoo looks vaguely floral/greenery and curls a little around his neck. Right below his left ear are two stars, much lighter than the half-hidden tattoo. She imagines how her lips would press to…
Gilded
Quid owns very few books due to her almost perfect memory and recall, despite her crippling inability to answer direct questions. She borrows from libraries and reads articles online and spends afternoons browsing bookstores, but she can remember when she was younger the books she desperately wanted to own. The thick, ornately bound, gilt-edged classics…
Douchebag
It’s funny when you see someone and immediately think douchebag. There is no rhyme or reason. Slick looking white/silver framed sunglasses that fit snugly and are razor thin, a cocky grin, and a number 25 Yankee’s jersey open over a dark blue t-shirt. He’s got sunburn bright red along the top edge of his forearm….
Ocean
Quid grew up far away from large bodies of water. She never learned to swim, never went to the public pool (that cost money). She never took baths, only showers. The closest she got to swimming was when Benny from two trailers down shoved her into the pond and she nearly drowned. Water was not…
The Couple
She brushes her knuckles down his front in a soothing manner, her face creased with her smile. Her hand is covered in a soft, white hand warmer that covers everything except her fingers from the second knuckle up. He wears heavy work boots and both his feet are pointed directly at her. One hand is…
Little Gentian 