Jackson

By the river on Monday morning under the narrow wood/iron framework of the one-track bridge I stood still as the train rushed over with almost no sky between the howling shaking commuting load and my mortal body. I braced my teeth, hissed in a breath and held it. My whole skin shrieked. I stepped out… Read more

What I wanted was to take your hand— nothing more Just to hold hands like five-year-old sweethearts A skin energy A quiet giving and quieter taking of a quiet love Connection unspoken. But I am a woman and you are a man and to everyone else, we are no longer five First published in Creatrix Read more

My lover’s hair breathes sunshine, shampoo, smoke. It rings me a secret peal. Under my hand it’s tangled-trick and smooth-slick, cat, otter, always slipping away. The wind is in it even when it’s still. First published in Creatrix Read more