RecantingWith red thread looped around their throats, five little birds lined up in a row and sang the same tune made of lovely cliches that I somehow taught them to sing. Then, with a brush of my mouthRecanting
or the flash of a ring, I rewarded them (if the notes sounded true), and spilled sparkling chords from behind my teeth, creating a strange sort of harmony. It dazzled them and it blinded me and set us both reeling. In the fractured daze, I clipped their wings and taught them to perch on my littlest finger. I let them sink their talons in my flesh, and bury their
ChastityI’ll paint you red if you paint me white. We’re spiraling (I will keep my sight). Oh, shower me with your shimmering lace. I would bare myself (were it not disgrace). These honeyed kisses turn me gold. Though the things I have seen have made me old, I still reach to grasp that dangling straw, knowing that I sway above the gaping maw that would swallow me whole with a single wet gasp. I would save you from that blessed-hot clasp. Turn away from the dripping heart; its promise is hollow, and will rend you apart.Chastity
CalebMy mother’s hair is perfectly coiffed as she steps out of the car and looks at our house. Her nails are long, French-tipped and pink, and she looks so elegant as she removes her sunglasses and shakes her hair out of her face.Caleb
“This is it?” she says distastefully.
I can’t see what she means. The house is beautiful; Queen-Anne styled, with huge cypress trees in the front and a deep forest behind. The windows are darkened, true, and the roof sags a bit to the right, but the grass is long and deep, and the wind sounds like sigh as it blows through the branches.
“Yes, dear,” my father says,
La nuit parfaiteThis night is artificial. A navy coverlet pulled over our heads provides us with a sky, a lamp with a moon and stars, lighting our world from the outside.La nuit parfaite
Yet in this false darkness, I feel safer than ever I was when the numbers clicked desolately towards midnight. At three in the afternoon, I feel more content to sleep with you than to lie alone in a green room at ten in the evening.
With your scent on my skin, I close my eyes, and the after-image of your smile blooms behind my lids like fireworks
7 Lovely SinsThe OLD TESTAMENT7 Lovely Sins
The Book of ASH
1 This is how you will know to mark the young among men,
for this is the prayer they pray, again and again. 2 It is these who should be marked and minted into lives worth being spent. 3 These are the words they speak in vain, "Our father who art in us, tradition be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, in me as it is in him. Give us this day our lovely sins1—those of youth and innocence. And forgive us our deviance, as we forgive those who differ from us. &nbs
Remembering PeopleThe butterflies are dying today. I heard them beating against the windowpane in my sleep. They fell from the skies in translucent blankets, hundreds of thousands of them, a menagerie of corpses smeared onto a canvas of mountains and waterfalls, little dots of painted powder stains. I mourned for them whenever I had the heart to spare.Remembering People
I am an artist, when I feel like it. Have you ever seen those calligraphy paintings of Chinese mountains crisscrossed with ink trees and smudged waterfalls? I can’t do that. Instead I’m painting the acrylic equivalent today: same scenery, different medium. For the background I chose a yellow-blue wa
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Two For Life
Creative Writing
might there be comic book storyboards added soon? perhaps...
Good luck,
Kate
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Being a Christian doesn't make me better than you. I'm just someone who lives their life in a different way, and tries to have a positive influence on the world and show them the way home. That's all I'm here for. It's what I was made for.
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The men the American public admire most extravagantly are the most daring liars; the men they detest most violently are those who try to tell them the truth.
-H. L. Mencken
I'd read some of your work but its alot of words and I'm sleepy, bother me about it later and I'll read them
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" To have tried to do something and failed is vastly better than to have tried to do nothing and succeeded.”
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I was never one for signatures...
Thank you most royally for the favorites!
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