His eyes were too close to the surface of his face. He had a protruding forehead, but lacked the haunted, deepset eyes. His nose was unspectacular and undefined, wide and rather flatish, it blended in with the rest of his face. He had dark brown eyes where the pupil was undifferentiated from the iris and…
Tag: writing
Writing You
She wanted to grab a hold of him and whisper into his sweat-flushed skin: “I think I wrote about you in another life and I traced our lives into your flesh. Tales of seeing you on a packed subway car where the only person I let touch me was you – the stranger in the…
Absorbed
Head bowed over his phone, thumbs moving quickly, headphones in. Dirty blond hair cut close, his neck needs to be shaved soon, little bit of stubble on his cheeks. Backpack between his legs, light brown pants, darker brown shoes. He opens his legs wider, his right foot tipping onto its knife-edge. Not a snub nose…
Veins
Delicately protruding veins lace the back of her hand and her knuckles are slightly red. She’s carrying a bouquet of flowers – yellow and purple. Three bracelets on her right wrist, metallic black stones, a silver circlet charm bracelet, and rosy pink-brown stones. Dyed auburn hair and her eyes are closed behind her sunglasses. Pale…
Clown
She had long, thin, coltish legs and wore shorts with a high waist that covered her bellybutton. Her Dijon mustard yellow shirt was a crop top that exposed a few inches of skin. Her long wavy hair was loose and fell down past her shoulders, a few shades off from her shirt. But what drew…
Flip It
A man and a woman enter the train, the doors sliding shut behind them. The man lounges against the doors, his skin flushed and a little sweaty. He’s wearing running clothes, loose fitting running pants and a tight shirt that clings to his flat stomach. She is in a bright red, long-sleeved hoodie, tight spandex…
Male Counterpart
He looks good in soft, dark blue sweatpants, his green and black running shoes. He’s writing in a spiral notebook, legs crossed so he can use the top one to write – like me. Light brown hair, pale, slatey blue t-shirt under a blue and black striped hoodie with a black hood, under an unzipped…
Innocent Question
Hannah had her head cocked to the side, listening closely to the sound the steam wand was making in the milk as she tipped the metal pitcher to one side, watching the foam build up. When she was satisfied with the amount of foam, she set the pitcher flat on the espresso machine and turned…
Kiss Goodbye
His hands were clasped loosely in his lap, his head tipped back and his mouth open. She could hear him breathing and it soothed her. The soft fabric of his t-shirt clung to his torso and his arm was pressed against hers from shoulder to forearm. The sleeves of her oversized hoodie were pushed up…
Bluets Mockup
Last spring I took a lit seminar where we had to write mockups of the books we read. One of the assigned books was Bluets by Maggie Nelson. If you haven’t read her book I highly recommend it. It’s a quick, poignant read, perhaps I’ll do a review of it when I get the chance…
Little Gentian 