Purge
It comes up a relief released unmet dreams turned rancid in the heat of waiting. Jigsaw pieces of curdled desire harboured past their due date in the belly of the wrong woman. Each heave the birth of another nonviable monstrosity. The handle, cold against a sweaty palm, the mechanism gives into the banality of human […]
Numbness creeps in like a cat
Ticking off the silent days purgatory grows familiar; I gain more tolerance for the hole in my head. Numbness creeps in like a cat mistreated once too often, wary of kindness, assuming every meal its last. Once it takes up residence, things will never be the same. The hole will become wholly unremarkable. One day […]
Reach
The outstretched hand is a lovely thing, unless it happens to be yours. A graceful petition, sublime expression of who gives and who receives. Until you notice the shredded nails, the fingers truncated with each bout of begging. That outstretched hand is no longer lovely, a bloody, clawed set of stumps, too damaged to feel […]
The Day of the Dead
The lipstick slid on but not right. Where was the sticky-slick sweetness? The quiet perfume that spoke of its expense? Piled into the bra, her tits looked okay, but released they were not right. Empty, sullen, as if someone else had worn and mistreated them. She picked up her keys, amazed they did not slide […]
The Yawning Gulf of Love
The roar of rain and the long, rumbling tunnel of a thunderclap wakes me. But you are still sleeping. An ocean of bed sheet and the wall of states, silk-thin and diamond-hard, between the dreaming world, and the waking one divides us. Thunderstorms always make me horny. I nestle my face in my pillow and […]
These Lips
These lips kissed the feet of Christ. Gave life to the verses of dead poets. Fed blind and unweaned kittens. Whispered secrets into deaf ears. Begged forgiveness of an absent god. Drew smoke from the last cigarette after midnight. Wore your favourite shade of red. Kiss them.
Ice: Forty Feet Thick
Great tusks curl triumphant beneath the ice. Lying on her side where fate took her and the cold holds her now. Cruelly frozen in the act of being an anachronism, an evolutionary joke. All her drives and instincts, every foolish desire fixed in the permafrost. The pitiless antisepsis of time allows neither rot nor erosion, […]
Narrative Violence: Movie Review: Antichrist by Lars Von Trier
I was reading Tony Comstock‘s post “Do you want to be put in the same category as Alfred Kinsey, Max Hardcore, or Catherine Briellat?â€: The limits of sexual expression in an algorithmic world.” in which he reported that, Matinee, a film that depicts actual sexual intercourse between actors was, essentially, refused entry at an Australian […]
The Fourth Kiss
Some of you may remember that a while back I posted a piece of flash fiction called Three Kisses. Mols Erotica (you can follow on twitter @mols_erotica ) has offered one more. Read more of Mols on his/her site at http://www.myownlovestory.com I trapped you, in a deathly game of cat and mouse… My tongue leading […]
Three Kisses
1. I climbed silently onto the bed while you were drowsing and stealthily crouched over you until my mouth was a hair’s breadth away from yours. I looked down for a long time at your closed eyes, dreams shifting them beneath your lids. I brought my hands up, resting them softly on either side of […]