In my mind, I see us there. Bare souls. All the special places inside you are shaped just like me. The flavors in my mouth are found only in the bright colors of your mind. Our hands are stitched together in a pocket of wool and rainbows. This glitter in my eyes is the heavens […]
Your feet nearly touch the thin line, waiting, then pushing a toe tentatively nearer; you sigh wistfully, pull back gently. What delight may be held, should you ultimately cross over? Would it be to your peril or your salvation? There are risks and there are rewards to that line. You know you can’t straddle it. […]
How many times had they sat opposite this very table from one another? Dozens. A hundred? They had been friends for years, him and her. Seen each other through thin times and thick. Friends. Good friends. She through a divorce. He through a massive breakup (though he would never tell her what all went wrong […]
I can fly It’s really not that hard I just lift up off the ground and do it I can fly Gravity really doesn’t affect me Unless I want it to Then I softly land and allow it to hold me The view is amazing The air is crisp cold and clean I can overcome […]
casting my eyes to the east I looked for you felt the wind lift my hair caress my cheek kiss my neck was it you? I sighed for I want you you’re all the best parts of me you are the sun to my branches the pull of my tide the stars of my nights […]
Fuck this. And fuck the world. She violently pulled the brush through her long wild hair in one last attempt to tame it. Fuck it all to hell. But isn’t this what you do? You make yourself presentable. Put on matching clothes that say, ‘I’m not a slob but I’m also not so vain as […]
It can’t be ALL bad…. right?!!
Recently my friend and fellow writer, Spiral Artist, inspired something in me. He wrote a poem the other day that used my blog title “Raw Earth Ink” as a ‘prompt’ of sorts. This got me thinking… Thanksgiving, a time we set aside to give thanks for what we have, has just passed while Christmas, a […]
During the yearly music festival, it can get wild out here. Especially during the guitar-screaming, bass-pounding, throat-numbing heavy metal days… or should I say nights? Everywhere you look there’s leather and jeans, long hair and tits. Boots and beer. Inked flesh and pierced skin. This year was no exception and was turning out to be […]
She longs to feel his fingers trace over all the inked lines found etched across her body. ©️tara caribou – 2017
