Posts Tagged: writing prompt
Bike Muscles Beard
From/for Bella (well, this went some weird places… sorry?) The thing I’ve always appreciated about bike couriers was the shape of their legs—especially their—no, not thighs, why did you think that?—their calves. Really, the overall effect of legs that bike
Bike Muscles Beard
From/for Bella (well, this went some weird places… sorry?) The thing I’ve always appreciated about bike couriers was the shape of their legs—especially their—no, not thighs, why did you think that?—their calves. Really, the overall effect of legs that bike
Jaw Hair Voice
For/from Nina I don’t want you to kiss my lips, my cheeks. Your lips are too soft; rose petal caresses. I want your teeth, and I don’t want them on the flesh that protects me—I want them on my jaw.
Jaw Hair Voice
For/from Nina I don’t want you to kiss my lips, my cheeks. Your lips are too soft; rose petal caresses. I want your teeth, and I don’t want them on the flesh that protects me—I want them on my jaw.
Crimson Ocean Dance
For/from Fionna I had flushed a deep, deep crimson—my cheeks and the triangle of flesh visible above my T-shirt’s V-neckline the same colour as her lipstick. I knew this because my shame was reflected in her sunglasses. “What?” she jeered.
Crimson Ocean Dance
For/from Fionna I had flushed a deep, deep crimson—my cheeks and the triangle of flesh visible above my T-shirt’s V-neckline the same colour as her lipstick. I knew this because my shame was reflected in her sunglasses. “What?” she jeered.
THREE WORDS: Pills Chips Lotion
For/from Tet I indulge in this ritual before I come see you, did you know that? Always—well, every time, so far—I don’t know if it’s something I’ll always do it. But it is the thing I do, for now. Bath,
THREE WORDS: Pills Chips Lotion
For/from Tet I indulge in this ritual before I come see you, did you know that? Always—well, every time, so far—I don’t know if it’s something I’ll always do it. But it is the thing I do, for now. Bath,
THREE WORDS: Anticipation Disappointment Hope
For/from Grazyna Anticipation is the space between our lips before we kiss—there is nothing more seductive, arousing, exciting—that moment of before, not-quite, waiting… anticipating… Anticipating, say it again, listen—the word’s rhythm is a promise of everything—everything is possible—and yet… until
THREE WORDS: Anticipation Disappointment Hope
For/from Grazyna Anticipation is the space between our lips before we kiss—there is nothing more seductive, arousing, exciting—that moment of before, not-quite, waiting… anticipating… Anticipating, say it again, listen—the word’s rhythm is a promise of everything—everything is possible—and yet… until
3 WORDS: Train Cloud Mountains
For/from Leslie “If we were going to fuck on the train,” they said, looking out of the window, not at me, “how, exactly, would we do it?” I laughed. “A terrible lack of initiative,” I told them. Staying in my
3 WORDS: Train Cloud Mountains
For/from Leslie “If we were going to fuck on the train,” they said, looking out of the window, not at me, “how, exactly, would we do it?” I laughed. “A terrible lack of initiative,” I told them. Staying in my
THREE WORDS: Collar Forgiveness Wind
From/for Lisa She turned up her fur collar up, as protection against the wind, sinking her chin and cheeks into its embrace. I smiled: her face looked like it was playing peekaboo with the world—with me. Kissed the tip of
THREE WORDS: Collar Forgiveness Wind
From/for Lisa She turned up her fur collar up, as protection against the wind, sinking her chin and cheeks into its embrace. I smiled: her face looked like it was playing peekaboo with the world—with me. Kissed the tip of
Elated Chocolate Tears
For/from Cathy “Are you sure it’s a chocolate stain?” he asked, laughing. I shuddered. He laughed again. “I guess it’s a bad idea. To have chocolate in bed while having anal sex.” “You asked me to bring it. And, you’re
Elated Chocolate Tears
For/from Cathy “Are you sure it’s a chocolate stain?” he asked, laughing. I shuddered. He laughed again. “I guess it’s a bad idea. To have chocolate in bed while having anal sex.” “You asked me to bring it. And, you’re
THREE WORDS: Crimson Brilliant Moon
From/for Nina I’ve always liked doing dishes by moonlight. I don’t turn off all the lights in the kitchen, of course, and rely just on the moon—well, that one time, but that was an unbelievable Harvest moon that gave almost
THREE WORDS: Crimson Brilliant Moon
From/for Nina I’ve always liked doing dishes by moonlight. I don’t turn off all the lights in the kitchen, of course, and rely just on the moon—well, that one time, but that was an unbelievable Harvest moon that gave almost
3 WORDS: Peasant Cicada Pomegranate
For/from Lara Sometimes he can’t decide if he’s a Kurdish peasant or a Shirazi sheik when he’s with me, and he shifts between the two roles-personas in the space of a sentence—or a breath—a kiss. I love the peasant as
3 WORDS: Peasant Cicada Pomegranate
For/from Lara Sometimes he can’t decide if he’s a Kurdish peasant or a Shirazi sheik when he’s with me, and he shifts between the two roles-personas in the space of a sentence—or a breath—a kiss. I love the peasant as
3 WORDS: Piano River Feather
For/from Jenn (and all my girls with artists’ skewed priorities) “We are not moving a grand piano down to the river—are you insane?” I said. She laughed. “I am. We must. Don’t worry—we won’t move your piano…” “I should hope
3 WORDS: Piano River Feather
For/from Jenn (and all my girls with artists’ skewed priorities) “We are not moving a grand piano down to the river—are you insane?” I said. She laughed. “I am. We must. Don’t worry—we won’t move your piano…” “I should hope
3 WORDS: Cardamom Wool Knob
For/from Nicole (unedited transcript, as promised) The cardamom in her coffee was too strong, and these days, she would have thought there’d be no such thing. She added cardamom to everything. Coffee, of course, and tea. Steamed milk. Curries. Sometimes,
3 WORDS: Cardamom Wool Knob
For/from Nicole (unedited transcript, as promised) The cardamom in her coffee was too strong, and these days, she would have thought there’d be no such thing. She added cardamom to everything. Coffee, of course, and tea. Steamed milk. Curries. Sometimes,
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