Tag Archives: joy
100 words – Motherland
Even on the brightest days, bellyfull and eyeshine — Even with the sweetest touch, ardor and promise — Even when the memory of friends is weighty with assurance, with kindness, with connection, with an establishment of joy that for the … Continue reading
Purely of Joy
Burn me; put your hands on my skin and blacken me. Sear the imperfection out of me until you’ve glassed me, left me as bone and char and shining surface to be admired, to be feared, to be lusted after. … Continue reading
The Joy In Me
The joy in me is flat and grey. I lift it up to give it light, to make it airy, to hope it will fly. Cigarette burns and perfume’s blue fire — these memories are all I have. I wonder … Continue reading
At This Waking
At this waking, she puts her hands out in front of her so that she can see them, and she discovers they are youthful, bearing strength and grace, and she uses them to fling off covers. There is one sneaker, … Continue reading