Flash Fiction

Very short pieces of writing – prose and poetry

Tulpa. Please.

close your eyes please and think hard harder still until you are in me A few people were unfamiliar with the word ‘tulpa’. A tulpa is a being created out of the thought of a Buddhist adept, who can project this physical replica of themselves anywhere in space or time. For a longer explanation, see…

Silence

Silence devours time, covering me like a thick numbing blanket of pristine snow. I slumber beneath. Cold creeps in, the infectious disease of a dead heart. like frost spreading across glass blind. Words protect us, inoculation from the paralyzing vacuum of doubt. Tell me you love me still Or let me sleep.

Haiku: Sleeping in the Shadow

I have given up fearing that you will crush me, now I know you will. It seems easier to resign myself to it, sleep in your shadow. I’m in too much awe of the many things you are: devil and angel. Slumbering under your overhanging presence, waiting for the end. In the lea of you,…

Gift Wrapped

In my pale cocoon of diffuse light I lie still as the grave. Mummified in white paper, every inch of me wrapped from head to toe. Each tiny movement, each shallow breath makes crinkles. Supine upon your bed, I blink and my eyelashes make rasping sounds against the paper that covers my face. This close,…

Seven Senryū for the New Year

I have only just learned how to write Senryu. I have @senryunectar to thank for this most exquisite pleasure. If you twitter, you must follow her. The challenge of the Senryu is to write in Haiku form (5 – 7 – 5 syllables) using a word proposed by one of the group. It’s lovely to…

New Year Moon

Burn away every vestige of regret with cold light, Virgin Moon. Make me anew, free from the detritus of age and error. Carve me an eye sharp enough to cut through bonds thick as umbilical cords. Plug up this gaping wound. I don’t want to be gutted anymore.

In weaker moments

In weaker moments I dream of my pale legs tangled in yours, sex-damp, and mottled with rosy bruises that will turn to purple soon where your hips met my flesh. In weaker moments I dream of my parched lips pressed to yours, kiss-wet and red-raw with abrasions that will turn tender where your teeth met…

If I Were God

If I were God I wouldn’t bother about who used my name in vain or who was indulging in a bit of adultery. I’d look at my creations, things I had set in motion, and marvel at how it all got away from me. I’d brush the tips of my fingers over the surface of…

Heat-Seeking

A blind, lusting worm, I reach through the layers of bedding. Hungry and heat-seeking, boneless, fluid. You have what I want. Give me your warmth in a frenzied, headlong dash through tangled sheets to bury the hottest part of you into the hottest part of me. My muscles will flex and seize their way to…