She Always an enigma, dwells in deep, dark currents coming forth on her own terms, in her own time. . She ebbs and flows emerging… glistening and basking on the shore for a time. . I feel her as she nears, The warmth of her flame, Siren song beckoning. . I cannot deny her When…
Author: Radiant Rebecca Kingsbury
Not Waving, Drowning
Now that delicious feeling has morphed into a contracted foreboding that you just can’t seem to shake without at least two glasses of wine.
It’s Not All Black and White
“There is a grief
Carried in my bones forever
So profound that I fear
If I meet it fully I will die.”
Genie
She told me her story. How her mother got her addicted to meth when she was 14. How she single handedly raised her little brother and sister. How her other brother is going to jail. How she is pregnant. “But don’t worry” she says… It’s from a previous relationship. Before I met your son. I…
The Spirit of Palm Beach
I’ve been tempted to judge myself as desperate and needy, indulging Mills and Boonesque fantasies of a romance with the ghost of a troubled surfer-boy from Palm Beach.
Embodied
“My senses are electric and magnetic.
My nervous system sparkles with pleasure as I feel the coolness of dew under my feet.”
BLOODLETTING
To my relief
she listened
And I dropped in..
Past the anger
Past the anguish
Down, down, down
To the grief.
To the very bloodroot of things.
Palmy Boy
As you rode that bike, you head hanging forward…shoulders to your ears..
Skinny jeaned knees splayed …
sun bleached, dirty curls swinging…
You body made you look like you were bracing yourself for impact…
Permanently.
Final Fantasy
I had a dream just now. I was somewhere with you .. Falling in love with you again. We were in a room somewhere above the clouds. Maybe we were in a fairytale castle? It seemed that way. I saw a pink, printed pillow floating in the sky as if it were a cloud. I…
Still Life With Jitterbug – a Tribute to Tom Robbins
The raspberry is the most sensual of fruits. The peach, admittedly, is more voluptuous, but the peach is unabashedly bawdy while the raspberry is exquisitely subtle. Strawberries are seductive enough, yet there runs through the strawberry a fickleness. The sensory imprint of the raspberry lingers long after the strawberry is spent. Native peoples get their…
The Eve of Resurrection
Sleeping beauty stirs… It is the Eve of resurrection… I can feel her on the breeze calling love back into life. She is my devotion. She is glowing in the darkness as she echoes through the spaces in my mind. She is my tiny dancer… I yield to let her dance me… As I move…
The Tradie
He has a relaxed, almost lazy demeanor. It shows in his gait and the way his mouth hangs open ever so slightly when he walks. He sports a rose tattoo on his left arm. His navy blue shorts and shirt, and his resignation to the futility of laundering betray evidence of his lot as a…
