Golden this heart, this plea no makeshift proposal I am smitten, hard bitten, sold – be bold! Be bold! say you are sold, also smitten
Tag: FOWC
Hardly Justice
An innocent sip too late awareness dawns – spiked! Nausea rolls in room spins assailant offers a hand, a ride, the regal miss shakes her
March Madness
Winds picked up yesterday, gathering grey. Cold seeped in through the windowsills, and we set the furnace on high. Forecast for today is just above
Blame It On the Moon
Lethargic, you say – it is the moon’s withdrawal that compels this wane – the current that runs between defying gravity, depleting – no sense
Close Call
In dreamtime, he comes, my eclectic animus – sometimes raven, often tree, he seduces – first in conversation then in arousing flesh – Spellbound, witless,
Frost Bitten
Gnarly, these withered limbs, this vessel more rigidity than flow, winter upon me, a permanent clouding, sunnier days passed – oh how vivid the imagination
