Ripe With Love

Brake lights filter through a mist wet windshield turning the world into a pointillism painting.   Verbally abstinent, we ride in the metal womb of my sedan. His hand rests on my middle age thigh, a gesture more tender than sexual. We are growing older. And closer.   Our bodies tandem,  our minds isolated, the radio imports unfamiliar […]

Toiling in Blame

Ah the bracken, I am shaken, To my tender, creamy core. Oh this thicket, Where’s my ticket To your softer, saline shore? I push forward, Always shore-ward. I know I may sustain some scratches. Scalpel glances could by chance lance my viscera through patches. I’m a beggar. Lift a finger, Or drop a weighty crumb. Ease […]