After making love we share an orange in bed.
Without a word, you lift a naked slice to my lips.
From your hand the scent of delight comes drifting up.
I feel its dampness, its freshness and its ever-ness
all at once. Outside the window, the sun sets slowly
into our mouths, and we kiss with so much fervor
to stop the color from changing in this room.
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The Place
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Strangers
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Thirteenth Piece (from Love Pieces Series)
The intimacy contained within
the exchange of a glance, a nod
of the head, a smile.
The closeness that lasts
for the duration of a song
listened together.
An agreement about a feeling.
An agreement about life.
Blue
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I Love You
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Time of Evening
After work she went to the store
to pick up coffee filters and diapers,
a carton of eggs and
a bag of day-old raisin bread.
The tomatoes were on sale that day,
At the canned goods aisle she forgot
what she needed to get from there.
Was it cream of mushroom or baked beans?
She stood there quietly for a long while,
trying to remember,
how did she end up here?
Back home there are dishes
to be washed, trash to be taken out.
A small child crying.
A man who pretends not to hear.
And the sun is quietly disappearing
behind its own purple haze.
Two grocery bags,
heavy as iron in her arms,
and she was miles
and miles away from home.
sun kissed
the funny feeling of
an orange popsicle
trickling down
from fingers
to elbow.
“Stories under 20 Words” Adventure
In a flash of inspiration, I am starting a new writing series called “stories under 20 words” where I write stories in 20 words or less. This is something I’ve done before and I remember it to be super fun experience. Difficult, I must say, but fun nonetheless! Despite the word count limitation, there is still so much to explore and create from. Never let any rule or restriction to suppress your desire to tell stories. I already have a few stories in the works, so stay tuned!
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When you give yourself permission to write,
you’ve also given yourself permission to open your heart
to a world of sufferings.
Yours, mine, ours.
SW Altair 