ReneeSadira

You brought an earthquake to all that I knew. When we met, lies piled up like stones. I was dishonest, but then so were you. I sang, and my past started to undo. Music vibrated in my bones. You brought an earthquake to all that I knew. Our stories made the desert ripe with dew. We never said we weren't alone. I was dishonest, but then so were you. Lying awake, I watched the light turn blue. I need to cast you off your throne: You brought an earthquake to all that I knew. Finding your fault shouldn't make me unglue, But I find myself doused and prone. I was dishonest, but then so were you. Don't hide and say you didn't want me

Sensitive seahorse Swimming in a sea of grey. Sick of the Sound of Silence. SSSSSSS... Severed-sensibility, Started stacking Sapphires and seaweed Similarly. Silly seahorse. Stop surrounding the Sand with soot. Slurring what was and what is. Hippocampus- my seahorse That lost its way while swimming. 2/3/2010

I could call you a steel magnolia, but the name would be moist as cotton balls. You merit a name gushing and robust: Reminiscent of the breaking water of your nine children. Sloshy, like the words of your eleventh granddaughter. A name so humid and tropical it makes up for the dry roots in your eyes. I think I'd like to call you a Steel Hibiscus.

The flight coming in from London was on time. Samia was probably in the process of picking up her bags from the luggage claim; all 6 of them. To be fair, at least a couple were bound to be filled with merchandise for the shop. Saris, prayer beads, incense, you name it. Samia profits from selling our culture's soul to India-crazed Americans. In some way, I should be thankful for her enterprise. Miranda was easy to seduce because of this ethnic appeal. It had been a long time since I had pursued someone like her. It isn't just her gorgeous long legs and her attentiveness that has attracted me to her. Unlike Deborah, my office affair from last t

Me lo puedo imaginar todavía, sentado en su oficina verde plata, dentro de aquella casa de cinco habitaciones alumbrada con una luz grisácea. Ahí está encorbado, con ojos saltones, "haciendo numeritos" como rutina matutina. Contando y recontando. Contando y recontando. -Esta familia está en la quiebra, podría haber dicho entonces. Su mujer, como respuesta, sale a sus amplios vergeles tragando guaro barato y mentiras paupérrimas. Recuerdo también su pelo duro y seco como láminas de zinc "porque lavárselo con jabón es igual que usar shampoo." De la misma manera que

Crying is an understatement. I'm wailing, gushing out all our songs and sayings, pastries and pictures in turbulent waters of relief. Maybe I look ridiculous, but that's part of the beauty of this utterly unrestrained, abandoned expression of joy. I feel someone come up to me, but I can't see their face through my azure tears. I recognize her as a female from her voice: “Excuse me, are you ok?” “Yes, I've never been better! I'm so happy!” “Wow, I never knew someone could react so violently to happiness!” “Neither did I!” ********* It's been two months. I can't say I regret it, but there's still no