lissome |
she took the cracked letter from her pocket, held it as she paced long-legged through the leaves, through the crushed golden night. thumb traced words, that kind of strength. she strode the strut as t...
Posted by molly on Tue, 20 Nov 2007 11:09:00 PST |
goldbrick |
maybe she's writing, or maybe she's rearranging things, setting some new over the others. i counterfeit for her some places that i can't go, expressions i won't meet or shake. the geometry is ruthless...
Posted by molly on Sat, 10 Nov 2007 05:52:00 PST |
collotype |
two long long shadows dusty paintings in a dirty housethe directed stammering of a typewriter you've seen, never metplease please give me thisover fierce false constructionsbad words and tongues to po...
Posted by molly on Sat, 29 Sep 2007 11:16:00 PST |
carved quick |
slim stark arm slung negligentseventies bloomed pillowcase a shotgun reinvention this, this era could be any.you held the painting of a ship below your kneesand i waited to watch it travel.really it p...
Posted by molly on Sun, 23 Sep 2007 09:27:00 PST |
dark shapes and i suspected |
please know i'll always forfeit to know you'd say the same.no no no no no no no no no no no no no no.please come back and it was me and listen to the echoing empty happiness of this. the quick sparse ...
Posted by molly on Sat, 15 Sep 2007 11:36:00 PST |
the sad seabreakers |
among the gently madwe sat and commiseratedbetween the jagged peculiarly tiled floor, the books tipped into piles we hid behind, pencils nested in our coarse fingers.somebody had to keep score: the ro...
Posted by molly on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 09:22:00 PST |
proviso |
like two hands placed so steady along the spine. fingers splayed, thumbs making introductions, chatting softly. like that.simple, she thought, i'll just replace it.a construction of threaded muscle, p...
Posted by molly on Sun, 02 Sep 2007 09:02:00 PST |
castles in the air or in spain |
i know a story about a girl
whose words tumbled like stones, filled her throat,
clanked in unison in moments most calamitous.
grating whilst her eyes shone white, whilst love fell away.
her fing...
Posted by molly on Sun, 26 Aug 2007 11:01:00 PST |
city and state |
tonight as i walked to write this to you, i passed a man who abandoned his daughter and married an idiot with an accented tongue. i smiled and accidently bit my lip. which made me walk faster, and mad...
Posted by molly on Fri, 06 Jul 2007 06:32:00 PST |
one of motion and vibrancy |
with the breath of a brawler, i'll climb down elbows and wait. i've written you too many letters. i want this one constructed with words chosen slowly by you, tongue in teeth, placed solidly...
Posted by molly on Sat, 12 May 2007 01:01:00 PST |
