Between the lines and through the lens…
One ordinary, rather hot summer night, nothing special, nothing different, in my mind I ran my finger down the line of hair that ran from your chest before disappearing beneath your shorts as the breeze blew open your shirt and I caught the smile in your eye as you read thoughts. You, with your […]
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Some scenes we are stuck with like that hand in that taxi as we left the city I hadn’t said goodbye to. Whose hand did you think you were holding, didn’t you know what you’d found hadn’t yet been formed? Some scents are forever tied to necks where we’ve left traces of our lips, […]
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A short story The wife. I am a wife. I am a mother. There is a brown house with a red picket fence surrounding it that has our name upon the old fashioned and outdated post box. I can’t remember ever really receiving post. Real post; letters stamped with fondness and posted with a hope […]
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This city does not sleep, the wind as wistful as thoughts I cannot gather, here, on this sojourn to the south of Seoul. Horns honk along highways waking drivers out of daydreams the night can’t decipher and we buckle up and giggle briefly in back seats but I cannot distinguish those star-bound lanterns hung […]
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Time swims out on a tide I wish I could capture forever on a canvas of comfort, I drop my shirt and turn, like Orpheus, and lose hold, sands slide over skin and seaweed slivers snakelike along this shore once so unsure; rough rocks recall all the lava once eliminated. I stand in all […]
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Colours catch fire over concrete, catch life, catch the laughter that will not linger for as long as this concrete. Measure moments not in length but in weight, weight, don’t wait to catch life; it is cold to be concrete and watch the flames flicker out, to be caressed but never considered consumable. We […]
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Clouds come, cover, congregate, create contours out of what was once just colourless cotton candy to catch us unaware as we swim through each other’s current, currently without caution and I wonder if we are no more than clouds; coming together, creating colours in between the shadows before we fall too heavy, too saturated, […]
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