Category: Prose
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The Sunflowers Sing To Me
She sang a song of life and living, of love and loving, of strife and striving, of victory and conquering.
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The Maddening Night
Keri’s entry for the 2012 House of Learning Artistic Agon. Reposted here now that voting is closed.
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30 Fucks
Where Keri fucks thirty ways. 174 words.
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The Bloom of the Lotus Eye
The water came up to my waist, As I sat in the cool clinging mud. In my hands was a growing lotus, Not yet ready to emerge from its bud. The roots grew over my crossed legs, Around waist and up my covered chest. Draped over my back and arms, Over my head they crowned…
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Joy
Wunjo, the eighth rune of the Elder Futhark. Wunjo, the mark that holds the power of Joy. Wunjo, called and released to pour over me the remembrance of… Continue Reading…
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Omen
The birds dropped no feathers, nor flew in strange paths, nor sang in strange times, nor died in strange ways.
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Master
Crown or horns, it matters not. They circle round your brow in spiral menace. Let those who fear you tremble. Pleading sounds of sheep.
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Silly Girl, I Wasn’t Thru
Deep laughter echoing through worlds and dreams. I know that sound so well. I thought I would never hear it again. My heart both rose and fell. “I’ve sent you an invite, informal and vulgar. Through muck and field, for you. Don’t know why you’ve tossed away my number, Silly girl, I wasn’t thru.
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To Oshun, From Margaret’s Daughter
Your skin glistens, draping your form like sun-warmed honey. Full of the sweetness and delights of womanhood.
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My Backyard
The wind plays tag with the plump birds in the trees. Chasing them from this branch to that branch. Catching them unaware and laughing as they mutter noisily amongst themselves. The roses bloom all about me. Pouring their scent onto the dancing zephyrs. Hearing the confessions of the bees in exchange for cast off pollen.