Submissions by solve_et_coagula (Katherine)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Eden.
behold, ancient dawn
for hours, your arm beneath her head
is numb but you’ve only ever wanted this.
palms spread outward, capturing the magic that is her breath
she’s been asleep for hours, but that doesn’t matter.
one of you is always in hell
while the other is just inches
from Eden.
for hours, your arm beneath her head
is numb but you’ve only ever wanted this.
palms spread outward, capturing the magic that is her breath
she’s been asleep for hours, but that doesn’t matter.
one of you is always in hell
while the other is just inches
from Eden.
547 reads
2 Comments
?
It hurts to love because you let him
s
l
i
p
inside your skin.
Each passing day brings tendon meeting tendon
elbows interlocking
memories kiss and join.
It hurts to love because two separate, singular pains will bloom
splashing color, licking heartache
lapping the sting.
It hurts to love because eventually you’ll part.
It is never slowly, taking time to unwind, to release your grip to fade into a scar.
It is quick, skin ripping, new memories hanging in tatters blowing against your heart.
Your body becomes an empty...
s
l
i
p
inside your skin.
Each passing day brings tendon meeting tendon
elbows interlocking
memories kiss and join.
It hurts to love because two separate, singular pains will bloom
splashing color, licking heartache
lapping the sting.
It hurts to love because eventually you’ll part.
It is never slowly, taking time to unwind, to release your grip to fade into a scar.
It is quick, skin ripping, new memories hanging in tatters blowing against your heart.
Your body becomes an empty...
975 reads
Spent.
She said her name was Rae.
I would have guessed that on my first or second try.
probably Raelynn or Raelee,
named after her father who drank too much coors.
dark roots, light eyes
sweaty in that way that only girls get.
she looked slick in a half tshirt and a few inches of denim
she was barefoot.
when she climbed in my car, she propped her feet up on the dash and
I flipped the ac a few more notches toward ‘antarctic’
you see, I’m not religious, but any man in the midst of a midlife crisis could find God in between the thighs of a girl with a...
I would have guessed that on my first or second try.
probably Raelynn or Raelee,
named after her father who drank too much coors.
dark roots, light eyes
sweaty in that way that only girls get.
she looked slick in a half tshirt and a few inches of denim
she was barefoot.
when she climbed in my car, she propped her feet up on the dash and
I flipped the ac a few more notches toward ‘antarctic’
you see, I’m not religious, but any man in the midst of a midlife crisis could find God in between the thighs of a girl with a...
871 reads
5 Comments
ache
sacred language
respect, display your secret tenderness toward only her petals.
love will blossom with warmth and wet
but without care and with neglect
we will wilt.
I will ache for your sunlight long after you’re gone.
respect, display your secret tenderness toward only her petals.
love will blossom with warmth and wet
but without care and with neglect
we will wilt.
I will ache for your sunlight long after you’re gone.
594 reads
2 Comments
Infinite.
we dug our toes in mud
and sucked grapes from the tiny branch-like rind.
you traced adjectives on my back while wheat fronds tickled my face
we sat together, damp from creek water, on beach towels and watched heavy, swollen grey clouds threaten rain.
you laced your fingers through mine and traced the chipped blue polish there as though it was a map that God himself wanted you to find.
that was the only day that I can remember where “infinite” comes to mind.
and sucked grapes from the tiny branch-like rind.
you traced adjectives on my back while wheat fronds tickled my face
we sat together, damp from creek water, on beach towels and watched heavy, swollen grey clouds threaten rain.
you laced your fingers through mine and traced the chipped blue polish there as though it was a map that God himself wanted you to find.
that was the only day that I can remember where “infinite” comes to mind.
520 reads
3 Comments
The need.
we curl up then extend,
we are tree roots searching the dirt
thousands of miles of sediment under our nails
when we finally reach
our shared shangri-la.
but we are reminded there’s a price for paradise-
headaches and dirty dishes,
a lost earring and nights
I need to be touched but I can’t bring myself
to ask for it because you dissecting my silence is half
the need.
we are tree roots searching the dirt
thousands of miles of sediment under our nails
when we finally reach
our shared shangri-la.
but we are reminded there’s a price for paradise-
headaches and dirty dishes,
a lost earring and nights
I need to be touched but I can’t bring myself
to ask for it because you dissecting my silence is half
the need.
577 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by solve_et_coagula (Katherine)