I swore I’d never take off the very first ring from a boy I loved. When I did, it revealed the tell-tale band of oxidized green. The mark left by imitation precious metal lasted longer than the mark made by love’s early imitation.
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Ink Stains / Ink is my Ink
Posted in Isolation/Belonging, Lions, Writing on December 23, 2014 | Leave a Comment »
Natural Habitats
Posted in Books, Cats, Fantasies, Fear, Lions, Love, Lust, Midlife, Natural World, Romance, Savannah, Sexuality on August 7, 2014 | Leave a Comment »
I. Lying in wait. On the savannah, on the plain, in desert sands and next to humid river beds, the predator lies in wait. Something has given off its scent, awakened its hunger. Fully awake now, the lion follows the scent, alerted to the herd’s presence. He watches, determines which of the […]