The Last Dance

I stood out on the deck, staring up at the night sky into the face of the end of the world. Inside, my family and a large group of their friends drank and laughed and danced to old songs, some I remembered, some I didn’t. Upstairs, my two little brothers and the younger kids of…

Dear God, if there is one

Prompt: Music Monday on the Literati Mafia; the song Sea Dragon along with the featured image Dear God, if there is one, I am in church now, thinking. Sitting in the same pew I sit at everyday of my life, watching the predictable procession of Easter and Christmas services, funerals and weddings: the same old cycle…

the dance of Isabella

come and watch the dance of Isabella the rhythm of castanets awakes the moon her body tilts the oleander axis of the wind her hips rotate into the autumn of the fires   an iguana stumbles on profuse desires opening her eyes on Isabella’s chest your forehead sinks into the sweat of lovers who step…

Caught in the Billow of Fabric Wings

It was during the bustle of Christmas performances at the church I grew up in. Winter chills clamored onto large, wooden doors to the sanctuary lobby. Guests were piling in sluggishly from the weather. The performers hid themselves behind the curtains and back rooms. Older members adorned in black outfits, actors and actresses getting primped…