Author: Keri

Rum and pepper and spice and heat. Drums that tell the heart how to beat. Dicks and cunts and fucking tongues. High fru clothes wrecked in low fru funs. Here. On the house. Rum. Games and players and bets and marks. Masks and airs and would-be sharks. Tables and corners and bars and dirt. Old…

A drop of red for the deep blue sea. A drop of red “to remember me”. A drop of red, a branding mark. “This one belongs to me.” A sea of blue that forsook the sky. A sea of blue waves low and high. A sea of blue, a world apart. “This one belongs to…

The cards were almost as old as me. They were well used. They were well loved. They had long ago ceased to be the darling of collectors. They remained your beloved. I would slip them between my fingers. Faded ink still smiling from the paper’s memory. Edges softened from callused hands. To feel them was…

Forgive me for my absence, friend. The dark was kept from me. The light was blinding. Forgive me for my absence, friend. And for arriving too late. Forgive me for doubting, friend. My wine was not cut. The water too sweet. Forgive me for doubting, friend. And for loving the lie too well. Forgive me…