I am playing with knives again sharpening them lovingly against brown leather strap admiring the way hair splits cleanly upon the well-honed edge (Christine E. Ray) Listen! Sounds like a violin– fine strings ‘gainst steel bow I play concerto splitting hairs (Kindra M. Austin) I’m trimming those frayed ends sharpening those pointy convictions giving them … Continue reading Sharp- A Weyward Sisters Collaboration
Originally published on Sudden Denouement You dropped by today dissected my verse thoughtfully pointed out all the ways I could smooth out my edges improve flow to slide more gently past your discerning eyes you must be fucking new here if you think I was asking for it not a fan of unsolicited advice my … Continue reading Are You Fucking New Here?- A Weyward Sisters Collaboration
can you hear Gaia sigh as she shakes out her hair and prepares for winter’s nap, shedding her last gaudy cloak in prolonged glory? her jeweled mantle floats to somnolence with the ease of long practice. she bares her breast - audacious – afore the cleansing of Boreas’ howls. do you catch the whisper of … Continue reading Song for Autumn – Aurora Phoenix
I can taste the wild abandon crunch underfoot as I spin, tousle-headed glory on a wing and a whim. I careen, dizzy-drunk, and sprawl – the poster child for breathless exuberance. “Bury me!” is the shriek – perennial as the palette – as I wriggle and giggle amongst the golds. My mane, titian in crumbled … Continue reading Fall, Leaves, Fall – Aurora Phoenix
crimson had not yet bloomed crisp-splattered across vistas strewn autumnal breeze hinted chill at pre-dawn calamity winds gusting hard to ill gale capsized her all wave on wave, apoplectic deadened browns crest fall shame, scarlet blaze faded in season’s wither wanders lost daze now accidental tourist forlorn, scorned, windshorn in her own – foreign - … Continue reading Accidental Tourist – Aurora Phoenix
do leaves mourn their neighbors as passions flame out? scarlet breathes last to rust wail o’er skeletal plummet crumbled to prickly dust or do they celebrate leafy passings? dance a fluttering jig as they scuttle limb flutter earthward fancy meet crunching destiny I hear matrilineal whispers rising amongst wooded footfalls do autumnal spirits howl as … Continue reading Sanhaim – Aurora Phoenix
Brave & Reckless 