Mercury"If I were an element on the periodic table," you say, "which would I be?"
I meet your upside-down gaze. You're lying belly-up on my bed, your head hanging off the end and your hair pooling on the carpet.
Scrambling for a reason, I nudge my notebook away and turn, straddling my desk chair backwards. You continue to stare, owlish in your attention. "Must there be a why?"
Chin on wrist on chairback. "You are colorful."
"That's cheating." You blink slowly. "Elemental neon is not inherently colorful."
"Let me think then."
Owl eyes give silent assent.
Some things end up meaning so much to you. You didn't even blink that time I nearly broke my hand when knuckles met wall stud in a fit of misplaced rageno, you grabbed me by the belt loops and skillfully incapacitated me, closing the bedroom door with your shoulder. Somehow, though, this means more to you.
"You," I begin. You sit up on the bed.
"Are." I slowly roll the chair over to you, the plastic wheels cat
the beauty's in the leavingRead aloud here.the beauty's in the leaving3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sweetheart, let's head out. let's
drink up the desert asphalt and that last bottle
of johnny walker blue--
one last toast to the copper sunsets,
to the good earth. a pair of
tailgate stargazers, you and i:
roaming curves across the glove compartment map, until
every foldline is worn flannel-soft
and it'd rather stay open
let's forget route sixty-six. let's forget
and pick up terra cotta dust--
breathe in the mojave. let's pretend
that the world's already ended
and it's just us.
let's leave the door unlocked
SmokeYou smoked, and everyone hated that. The cigarette would hang loose between your knuckles, tendrils of smoke mimicking the tracery of veins and tendons that stood out along the back of your hand. You could do the most graceful French inhales, and sometimes you'd lean in close and grab me and kiss me, blowing warm smoke into my mouth. The scent would always cling to meI'd drag it back home with me and there would always be a fight over it.Smoke4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You were sparrowlike, all taut pale skin and prominent bones. Your hipbones jutted slightlysharp elbows, sharp knees, a sharp jaw softened by cornsilk hair. When I ran my fingers down your back I could always feel every vertebra in your spine, a steel column anchoring you down. More smoke. More fights at home. You never belonged here and never would.
Lay back. Relax. Anythinganything you want. I'd close my eyes and forget to breathe because I knew you weren't mine. If anything, I was yours, a toy that trembled and kissed back.
lovesong for sailorboyRead aloud and explained (somewhat) here.lovesong for sailorboy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i have always loved words as you love the sea
but i have grown to hate
because i have always had words
but never for you.
words for everything
but i have words for this, so
i'll take them
one by one.
the ocean was your first love and
i could always see it in your eyes.
most would call them blue--just
like a swell over a sandbar
blue like the spring sky over a poppy field.
but i don't think anyone
got as close as i did and they're not blue
not shorebound and
they're gray like the steelbellied sea itself
like the horizon at dawn as it
hems you into an impossibly vast canvas
like a demarcation line
or a promise.
one you always chased.
maybe i had a streak of ocea
PilkunnussijaHere's what I think:Pilkunnussija3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There's a certain joy in not doing this face-to-face. For one, I don't have to leave my apartment and I have the quiet company of my goldfish and my goldfish alone. (I don't like people, which is why I love books. You can understand that.) For another, I don't have to see your presumably crestfallen and injured attitude when I tear apart the prose you cried and bled and sweated over for weary nights on end. But really the best parts are those uninterrupted hours alone with your manuscript and the shred of you that lies inside. It's a small shred, but an important one. It's the one that tells me who you are and what you think and how you feel and I never have to look at you and be disappointed when the real thing doesn't come up to scratch. As I sit there, un-tensing and re-tensing and tense-shifting and shift-entering (and damn it, wishing English were like German so I could get rid of those clunky space-wasting n-dashes--oh, damn there they are again) I feel li
Loki X Reader-Chapter Seven"So, tell me about your " you knew you needed to phrase this carefully, "former family."Loki X Reader-Chapter Seven3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Loki's face froze into a stony, cold mask of pain. You were a little on edge when his eyes got dark.
"Odin," Loki began. "Is old and weak. He lacks proper judgment. My mother is too dedicated to Odin to realize my agony. And Thor "
Loki's hands clenched into fists.
"He's a foolish, reckless, stupid, arrogant, selfish, egotistical pig."
You looked at Loki's face, which was still transformed into its dark expression. You reached over to touch his hand, but he harshly took it away. Your eyes dropped.
"I'm sorry," you said, "I didn't mean to upset you."
Loki said nothing. He simply stared ahead, lost in a mental maze of hate. It jarred you to see him like that. You were afraid; one sudden move, one word, could send him off the handle. You had never seen it, but looking into
the cure for everything is saltwaterand my voice is choked with pebblesthe cure for everything is saltwater3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and my veins are thick with ink
so i'll bleed out all my lovesongs
wash them down the kitchen sink
and i'll tell you that i'm leaving
and i'll flee this soulless town
for the silent sea is calling
and i'm not afraid to drown
and i'll search out quiet islands
let the blank horizons be
drench my soul in every ocean
sink my heart in every sea.
4 Traits of a Damn Good Boyi. drive4 Traits of a Damn Good Boy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
buddy, you were a throwback. you had a lot of wolf in you,
a feral soul.
i hope heaven has eased the stiffness in your joints
and brushed the gray from your fur
and left you sleek and gorgeous,
a solid pack of muscle with the kind of determination
that can never be taught.
i hope there are lizards for you to chase,
doves for you to launch yourself after
and catch out of the air with a finesse that would make professionals weep.
buddy, i hope someone's up there throwing a stick for you every now and then.
i hope you give 'em hell when they want it back.
buddy, it seemed like the world was a very scary place for you.
i'm not sure why,
and maybe i laughed at you a little--
at the neurotic puppy inhabiting the commanding form
of a hunter--
and sometimes i got angry at you
and your insistence that the world was out to get you
and i'm sorry for that.
it took me years to realize that something must have happened
to plant a deep and unshakeable fear
Loki X Reader-Chapter TenTHREE DAYS LATERLoki X Reader-Chapter Ten3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You hated Loki being gone. Genuinely wanted to kick Loki being gone in the balls. It was three days since he had left, where was he? You tried to distract yourself with work and rehearsals with GG, but it didn't work out so well for you. You were more frustrated with yourself than anything else. You barely knew Loki, yet you missed him more than you missed your mother on the very first day of school. It was brutal. You knew that part of it was because you had recently slept with him, but there was more to it as well. You missed having him around. You missed just sitting and talking with him. You even missed him calling you 'dear.' Amazing how so much can change in such a short time, isn't it?
But on that third night, you heard three slow knocks at your door. You jumped up from your couch, eager to see him. But when you opened th
with thanks to frost Now with a reading.with thanks to frost3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
two roads diverged in a soulless dawn
and you pull over,
idling on the shoulder of route 50.
it's a polaroid morning and
the world is as grainy
as your eyes,
and one million miles
is not far enough.
it plays back, filmstrip,
blurred along the length of
and here you are:
facing a choice between
this loosejointed, hollowbodied
this is what
The WeekendI show up unannounced, like clockwork, and when you let me in, the act of opening the door flows smoothly into the act of pulling me against you. This is our weekend. We won't leave this room for another forty-eight hours.The Weekend4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
You pull me over to the couch and ask about my week, and we trade stories of minor frustrations and negligible disappointments. The sun sets in a glory of flame, and our weekend officially begins.
Usually these things are unplannedjust a shapeless succession of quiet momentsbut you've planned something this time. You have a horror movie. Popcorn for you. Crunchy fruit-shaped candy for me. "You know me too well."
"Of course I do." The DVD player humsthe soundtrack to the next two hours or so of the senseless darkness and gore that's become our guilty pleasure. We haven't seen this one before. I jump with every sudden image. You don't. You just sort of absorb it, and that seems fearless to other people, but I know better. It'll haunt your nightmares f
with thanks to salingerAudio version.with thanks to salinger3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's on those cold mornings
when you are nothing but indrawn breath
swirling and knitted up inside too-big
skin and weightless bones--
when the horizon arches up against
the half-thawed tendrils of sunrise
with golden teeth,
and smiling, begs--
it's on those cold mornings
when leaving is easiest.
the car will be cold, and you will
shiver, and the engine,
much too loud,
will smack of blasphemy
but you will find peace in the steady roll
of tarmac and the yellowing light
spilling across it,
with dust motes kicked up and carried
like fish in the undertow.
when you come to that first
crossroads, it will shock you:
the way the decision hangs there
trembling and desperate--
but there are no right answers and you will not
hesitate. and each successive choice
will be made of its own accord,
and you will roll the windows down,
and draw down the scent of ear
summergirlNow read aloud over here. Do give it a listen, won't you?summergirl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are crowthroated and tumbling
through the aspen grove
hair on fire with sunrise, lungs
full of sky.
eyelashes like wildflowers
and every morning brings
a new spray of freckles
and a sharper curve to your collarbones.
the cornfields hold no shadows
for your lighthouse eyes
and there are no endings in that
ii. you have grown
autumn finds you with broken ankles
leaning on an oak branch
and watching the skies.
crow to sparrow--you are quiet.
summergirl, there is peace in silence,
fallen antlers in your hands.
you will come to mourn your deer.
keep them close.
iii. by winter you have paled,
and like the streams
your eyes have frosted over.
you feel the chill--
there is no need for sight.
ConversationAnd I've been telling you, you know, how heavy the sun feels and how it makes my muscles jump like a bird's wings as it flutters gently down on a windowsill. I still have those glass bottles on my mantle where the morning light hits themstill there, full of colored water and seashells. And maybe I'll tell you how they light up the ceiling in blue and green and pale yellow just like they always have, like nothing ever changed.Conversation4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I smell you on the sea air, sometimes, when it rushes in past the thin white curtains you helped me hang. They still bounce with every gust like exuberant dogs. And I've been telling you how the salt has most assuredly worked its way into my marrow now, and maybe if someone were to put me in a pie they'd find it too brackish for their taste. And then I wonder just how much you taste like the sea.
The ocean beats my heart for me nowadays. Even inside, even at night, I can feel each breaker rumbling through my sternum and radiating along my ribs. And I've been
you need to have a plan...so here's toyou need to have a plan...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to some forgotten shore.
2. fall desperately in love with
i. the ocean
ii. the sky
iii. the honey sunrise and
iv. the steelgray winter dawn.
soul-deep into the water and
4a. search out the requisite words
i. from behind white and blue curtains
ii. and underneath clam shells
iii. and in the wakes of fishing boats, and
4b. pluck them from the ceaseless
scrawls of sunlight
against the slopes of waves.
5. make time for
ii. and other
Loki X Reader-Chapter TwoYou tossed a pillow over to Loki when you reentered the living room. You had changed into your only clean pajamas: a [f/c] cotton tank top and [f/c#2] shorts. You crossed your arms over your chest, both to express your distaste for the current situation and to cover your chest.Loki X Reader-Chapter Two3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You can sleep on the couch," you said flatly.
Loki smiled at you and set the pillow down on the couch. You had left your blanket out for him. You scowled at him. Damn his good looks, you thought.
"Thank you for your hospitality," Loki said, still smirking.
You mumbled something unintelligible and started to walk off to your room.
"If you need anything, I'm down the hall!" you shouted.
You walked quickly to your room and shut the door. You leaned against it and ran a hand through your hair. It was going to be a long night (or morning, rather).
You groaned as you opened your eyes and looked up at Loki.
"What?" you grumbled.
Masquerade-Chapter 16One of the palace servants had brought you and Loki some breakfast. You sat on the steps leading to Lokis bed, while Loki sat in his chair. You both ate silently, still uncomfortable in each others presence. The air became stuffy and stale in the space between you. To your unbelievable relief, Thor suddenly entered Lokis chambers.Masquerade-Chapter 163 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Good morning, Eira, he said solemnly. Good morning, brother.
Lokis face contorted into a feral scowl.
I told you to quit call--, he began.
You snapped your head to Loki, giving him a look of warning. You figured that, if you wanted to help Lokis demeanor, his treatment of Thor would be a good place to start, even though that start was intended for you. Loki looked down and away from the muscular god in the entryway.
Good morning, Thor, he said quietly.
Thor gave you a faint smile before looking to his dark-haired brother once more.
The FountainThere were sixteen tall windows. She'd counted them over and over when she was small, her chubby finger outstretched as she spun in tiny circles. Eight walls, sixteen windows, thirty-two black curtainsthe arithmetic of her childhood.The Fountain4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Eight window seats, Daddy. Eight buttons on eachsixty-four. I counted."
The fountain stood dry and dead-center in the middle of the black and white tiles. Eight sides, eight lion-mouth spouts. Sixteen limestone mermaids poised gracefully around the edge. Four thousand and ninety-six blue tiles. Five hundred and twelve white.
And two doors. Always the two doors, huge and solid and radiating a sense of looming disdain. The rough oak had bitten her hands and it bit them now, when she pressed her palms against it. The doors eased open like wings outstretching, coming to rest against stone doorstops.
Her boots clicked against the marble flooring as she advanced, each click reverberating through the silent room. A mute ghost of a man stood in
waking upand imagine my surprisewaking up2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when my insides bloomed
into so many dandelions,
and in a single breath
Tony X Reader-Chapter One"No! That's it, Tony, I quit! I don't ever want to see you again!" Pepper screamed, gripping her head in her hands.Tony X Reader-Chapter One3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Pepper, come on, please " Tony said, quietly and sadly.
"No! Forget it! Goodbye, Tony!"
With that, she stormed out, heels clicking against the sleek black floors of Stark Tower. Tony ran a hand through his brown-black hair and let out a heavy sigh. His eyes stung, but he refused to let tears overcome him. He slammed the last of his scotch and set the glass down bitterly. The next thing he knew, he was in a handsome black suit with a red shirt and tie and was headed to his Audi.
"Well, Jarvis, time to do what I always do when I'm low," Tony muttered in his usual flat voice.
"Drink too much and sleep with some woman that you'll never see again?" Jarvis replied.
"Bingo. Don't wait up."
The next day
The sunlight blinded Tony as he woke up. His head throbbe
pyrite girlNote: Pretty please listen to the audio version for the full effect.pyrite girl3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you noticed things
little things that came sneaking slyly in
smiling crooked like good children
with bad deeds freshly done.
of course you loved her all the same,
your little lighthouse among the tendrils of east coast fog
she tasted like mineral water
and you lived in soft, sweet depression
gazing out at a broken world from a tenth-story window
and breathing in the cigarette smoke.
your little pyrite girl
bright eyed and dark mouthed
a tiny dirty moon, dragged through the gray city snowmelt
and left to dry in the glare of rooftop suns
"who would live here?"--
musings from the tenth floor
and you knew the answer.
broken cities feed on broken souls
and even they need angels.
all that hasn't happenedPretty please listen to the audio.all that hasn't happened3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want to remember
the rumbling piano baritones
high notes like hailstones--your hands
running soundless scales.
i want the summer seas
the vineyard overlook, the olive
trees and sunwarmed coasts.
we filled the empty pages
with whole notes and halftones,
oceans and lovesongs.
we lived, we live
inkstained and drowning
through nights thick with words
and days shot with sound.
Masquerade-Chapter 14Tony and Bruce walked side-by-side back to Loki's room. You and Thor had also headed back to see Heimdall, so that he could keep an eye on the situation. Tony pushed the door open rapidly and strode in. He radiated confidence. You felt a twinge of envy.Masquerade-Chapter 143 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"We're back," Tony announced cheerily.
Loki looked up in revulsion. He chuckled upon seeing Bruce.
"I see you've brought the monster this time," Loki said disdainfully.
Your hand twitched.
"Where is Eira?" Loki asked.
"She's taking a little break," Tony said. "Why, did you want some eye candy?"
Jane had given you a discourse in Midgardian slang earlier in the week. Knowing what Tony's rhetoric implied, you were simultaneously offended and flattered. Loki looked appalled.
"That woman " he growled. "That creature "
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm going to stop you right there," Tony said, full of exasperation. "Just what the
letter to a little me1. these are the anniversaries that will stay with you,letter to a little me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for better or worse:
things go up in december, as if the coming of a new year
gives the old one a kick in the pants.
look forward to decembers.
time likes to tie weights to your collarbones with silk ribbons.
right now i am two years into a subdued grief,
five years into a wild regret. but don't be scared;
just as many feathers balance out the iron.
i am three years into something truly
2. you will get better. the words on the page will eventually
come a bit closer to the pictures in your head.
by the way, you think in pictures--you don't see that now,
but look for it. use it to your advantage.
stop with the heavy moralizing. you try too hard.
you will abandon false modesty and snobbishness,
as you will find out that they are not attractive qualities.
you will, however, trade them in for navelgazing
and perhaps a bit of haughtiness and pre
ChloeChloe was born in the pouring rain and blinding dark, under a thunderstorm that cut power to five counties and lingered for days. Her first memories were damp and earthy and fresh--watercolor paintings of wildflower fields, thunderheads, and pale yellow dawns.Chloe3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She grew up with summers swimming in lurid heat and trembling cicada calls; in winters soft with snowfall and tree limbs upraised to the icy light. She was a tiny sun in herself, glowing effortlessly. Plants reached up to her, swayed with her voice. Given enough space and enough time, her hands could have delved into the earth and come back up trailing with trees and vines, with berries falling from her fingertips and thick pale roots curled around her wrists.
I met Chloe in the middle of one electric summer, when the heat was aggressively breathtaking and I had to continuously swipe sweat from my eyelashes. Chloe was a breath of undying spring--cool to the touch. She tasted like almonds and cinnamon and clean, wet dirt, and like