A Garden Soiree Bent notes with sorrowful vocals and saxophone riffs that flowed freely stopped Ethan in his tracks. Thick cigar smoke wafted over the rose-garden wall, reminding Gretta of feral parties from her youth. She inhaled the fumes slowly as she heard the champagne bottles being popped open. Ejected corks flew willingly into the air, disappearing into the dark of the… Continue reading Dark Botanicals
A tear drop of martini seeps from his eye White gloves and interpretive leaps across the dance floor mid-week Hangover froth coats the rim of his coffee cup that he clutches tightly every morning Dragging his feet to a slow waltz to face to daily grind Sentimentality of a postcard is lost in black matter … Continue reading A Teardrop of Martini
His expression frozen like he has licked salt, Through the slanted furrow of his thick eyebrows, he look upwards, Until a ball runs down his nose and his eyes sparkle in amusement. Sauntering around a large space, once perfumed, There is no burden on his shoulders, Until he turns the pages of the newspaper written… Continue reading A Lick of Salt and Vivid Flowers
Nail headed fish wriggle in rings of rose water Rearing up like equestrian horses, they prong against each other Exhaling bubbles from scaly bagpipes Dog tooth print shimmers in the low light Baby fish zip fiercely around until the sun falls into the water Settling them down for the night Razor voodoo plankton floats across… Continue reading Underwater Worlds
Meandering through cobbled lanes, Bystanders might wobble if they knew, Undocumented secrets that lain beneath the stones, for hundreds of years, Monasteries sweltering from those who have sinned, Repent hangs proudly underneath the tapestries of divine figures, Lift the wrathful and educate the lambs. On the terraces our limbs sprawl open as we follow with… Continue reading A Patchwork of Agriculture Lifts Divine Figured Tapestries
In my last article I wrote about always being truthful to yourself, which I standby; however I think we all find ourselves slightly guilty of embellishing the truth to make our lives appear more interesting to ex boyfriends. (If only he had been more career driven/understood my pmt/been faithful/ …fill in accordingly) Ex language is used to make… Continue reading Language-Ex
I once fell very hard and fast for a man who I will use the name “Bond” for. After four or five dates, he had introduced me to his friends, but out of the blue he broke it off. I was upset and when I questioned why, he insinuated that I seemed a little immature… Continue reading Creating an Illusion in the Dating World. Does it really work?