Yellow slick

May 27, 2015July 9, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 5 Comments

I tried telling people that the bruises were from my clumsiness, or that I merely bruised easily. No one believed me. The tiny, evenly spaced, purple ovals, the exact shape of an angry fingertip, erupted on my arms regularly, often with the previous alien markers not completely faded alongside the newer ones. As a child, … Continue reading Yellow slick

Ooh that smell

May 23, 2015May 23, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 5 Comments

If only high school science fair projects had been as much fun, Nora might not be in the predicament she found herself now. Maybe, she would have gone on to college, married a good man, found a good job, and be living the American dream - a two-story house in the suburbs, 1.13 children, a two-car garage, … Continue reading Ooh that smell

Heart of gold

May 21, 2015May 21, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 6 Comments

“He’s got the heart of a lion.” “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” “You know, that he’s über brave.” “Sure he’d be brave it he was a lion. He could take your arm off with one bite. What does he have to be afraid of? He’s the friggin’ King of the Jungle.” “Okay, … Continue reading Heart of gold

Humble servant

May 21, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 2 Comments

Your body is my temple, and I worship at the altar to your love. Offering sacrificial kisses as sweet as milk and honey to appease my master. A high priestess in your cloister, I carry my devotion in outstretched arms. A willingly given innocence is my benediction. I drop to my knees, my head bowed in … Continue reading Humble servant

Hey, baby

May 20, 2015May 20, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 2 Comments

She used to make fun of her dad whenever he’d take their family down all those back country roads during summer vacations. Shunning the heavily trafficked interstates, he would say that the old roads had character, that they were a time capsule of a quieter, slower time. Along the way he would point out various … Continue reading Hey, baby

Dead wood

May 13, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 3 Comments

It wasn’t just mastering the steps - heel, toe, shuffle, kick, pirouette. It was the flourish of his hands, the posture of his arms. A turn of his head, a look he gave his partner, each gesture was a word in an erotic story. He was graceful, sinuous and cat-like. His every movement a caress … Continue reading Dead wood