Submissions by absinthe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Born
The Sexing of the Angels
She walked briskly. The distance between the hut and the hillside.
It was about a dozen of the the lord's prayer. She tried to remember it in Latin.
She sang it sometimes. She stopped when she reached the swidden farm.
And began to dig for the yams. He looked at her from a distance.
The sun was kind to her. It warmed her when she sweated.
And the cool wind dried the skin under her dress. She wore a scarf.
Around her head it suck up the sweat on her cheeks. Sunburnt.
She swung the machete. The vines fell to her feet.
She did not hear him walk...
It was about a dozen of the the lord's prayer. She tried to remember it in Latin.
She sang it sometimes. She stopped when she reached the swidden farm.
And began to dig for the yams. He looked at her from a distance.
The sun was kind to her. It warmed her when she sweated.
And the cool wind dried the skin under her dress. She wore a scarf.
Around her head it suck up the sweat on her cheeks. Sunburnt.
She swung the machete. The vines fell to her feet.
She did not hear him walk...
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Slut
It must be my imagination. Or is it a curse.
There is a man who keeps following me. In the day.
It's like he had seen me for the first time. At night.
He is a hungry animal. He prowls me.
I cannot cast him aside. I walk to work in the morning.
He sees the skin behind my knees. He walks with me.
There is a brief conversation. He wants to know me.
I get on the train and leave him. His eyes on my legs.
I sit at the desk. He stands behind me.
He sees the skin on my thighs. He breathes heavy.
There is a brief conversation. He wants to know me....
There is a man who keeps following me. In the day.
It's like he had seen me for the first time. At night.
He is a hungry animal. He prowls me.
I cannot cast him aside. I walk to work in the morning.
He sees the skin behind my knees. He walks with me.
There is a brief conversation. He wants to know me.
I get on the train and leave him. His eyes on my legs.
I sit at the desk. He stands behind me.
He sees the skin on my thighs. He breathes heavy.
There is a brief conversation. He wants to know me....
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The Invisible Woman
He lifted the dress from the drawer. It was a long black polyester garment decorated with laser cut-outs across the shoulders and all around the skirt. The skirt lining glistened underneath and drew out the curly patterns of the matted cut-out fabric.
Lyla looked on as her father pressed the dress to his body, smoothing the soft fabric with the palm of his right hand. It gathered at the waist and reached to his knees. It felt nice. He laid the dress on the chair behind him. He stood silently, naked, gazing at the dress and then at the bra that lay in the drawer.
It was a...
Lyla looked on as her father pressed the dress to his body, smoothing the soft fabric with the palm of his right hand. It gathered at the waist and reached to his knees. It felt nice. He laid the dress on the chair behind him. He stood silently, naked, gazing at the dress and then at the bra that lay in the drawer.
It was a...
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The Circus
He thought that he would do her a favour. The delicacy of the night.
Her hairless pudding gaped. Confectionery of the gods.
His mouth spread the entree. She did not like that at all.
His hands seized her buttocks. To steady the target.
The great articulator. The agile serpent wagged.
Between the crust and the icing. Her brown sugar melted.
Saccharifying his tongue. She did not like that at all.
Thus fudged another rapture. To end this circus act.
Finished his mouth was glazed. He looked pleased but incomplete.
She thought to return the...
Her hairless pudding gaped. Confectionery of the gods.
His mouth spread the entree. She did not like that at all.
His hands seized her buttocks. To steady the target.
The great articulator. The agile serpent wagged.
Between the crust and the icing. Her brown sugar melted.
Saccharifying his tongue. She did not like that at all.
Thus fudged another rapture. To end this circus act.
Finished his mouth was glazed. He looked pleased but incomplete.
She thought to return the...
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Threshold
There is simply no delectation greater. For your consideration.
The swither and perspiration of a gratified man, sr. Your servant, jr.
Without the profit of a cut-rate whore. A stripling for your coitus emeritus.
I am your servant, your consideration, flat-rate. Today only.
For tomorrow I may be as the Summer. In heat, prickly, high.
Thereafter, I would be as the Fall. Spent over that famished broad.
Subsequently, I rather not say. For today, I am your fauna, only.
Today and not thereafter. Colonise me once.
Let me suggest we commence with a...
The swither and perspiration of a gratified man, sr. Your servant, jr.
Without the profit of a cut-rate whore. A stripling for your coitus emeritus.
I am your servant, your consideration, flat-rate. Today only.
For tomorrow I may be as the Summer. In heat, prickly, high.
Thereafter, I would be as the Fall. Spent over that famished broad.
Subsequently, I rather not say. For today, I am your fauna, only.
Today and not thereafter. Colonise me once.
Let me suggest we commence with a...
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First Kiss from Compostela
He is as the rocks of Compostela. Broken by the drills of construction.
Workers heaving under the sun. Sweating their thighs like cattle.
In a salt cure ala mechado.
They gazed at him with desire. The men of the valley of rocks.
He was smooth and undiscovered. Proper in his gabardine.
He is quarry and fair game.
He is as the bells of Tamil Nadu. Hung, prized and paraded.
Rung to a hollow prayer. Heard intermittently in the night.
The women listened, gasped.
The men of the congregation. They craved for his slender body. ...
Workers heaving under the sun. Sweating their thighs like cattle.
In a salt cure ala mechado.
They gazed at him with desire. The men of the valley of rocks.
He was smooth and undiscovered. Proper in his gabardine.
He is quarry and fair game.
He is as the bells of Tamil Nadu. Hung, prized and paraded.
Rung to a hollow prayer. Heard intermittently in the night.
The women listened, gasped.
The men of the congregation. They craved for his slender body. ...
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Resistance
They sat on the grass. Young Li and Madam Chu.
He will read her his poetry. She will talk to him about it.
He'd written it in a small notebook. Bound with linen.
With ties that fell around his wrist. Pale skin.
His fingers flipped the pages. The last poem.
He wrote it last night. While anxious of this meeting.
Madam Chu, his mentor. He always wore good shirt and trousers.
He smelled pleasantly of cream and soap. She nodded and he started.
It was a poem about a journey. From Taipei to Taichung.
Young Li waved his hands. There were mountains and...
He will read her his poetry. She will talk to him about it.
He'd written it in a small notebook. Bound with linen.
With ties that fell around his wrist. Pale skin.
His fingers flipped the pages. The last poem.
He wrote it last night. While anxious of this meeting.
Madam Chu, his mentor. He always wore good shirt and trousers.
He smelled pleasantly of cream and soap. She nodded and he started.
It was a poem about a journey. From Taipei to Taichung.
Young Li waved his hands. There were mountains and...
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