songs of spine & saltbrush my hair aside / & read the stories in my bones
red sugarSome girls just stick in your throat, and you can’t wash them down.
the kohl girl & her lime pipsI’m allergic to purple and terrifying to Virgos.
scorpioToday you will dream in Russian and wake with the smell of vanilla.
the book of blood and snowShe dotted her i’s with little circles. / I fucking hate that.
poison & sunlit furYou’re down to three pills a day.
coconut & dirtI’m going to hurt you tonight / In three delicate ways
regenerationI almost touched someone today / Almost
red poppy songWe know better.
whisperflungHe waits until she’s asleep to begin.
the kohl girl & her mermaid tattoosMy hobbies are wig spotting and eating red fruit.
The Alphabet WitchShe’d eaten all the vowels, but everyone knows they’re the most delicious.
the freckles on my fingertipsStories trail behind me like the hem of a beautiful gown, and I point my toes as I stride.
I am liquorice allsorts, minus the pinkI went from Barbie / to Medusa / in one quick fall
the morning has gold in its mouthI wanted them in places I shouldn’t even be thinking about this early in the morning.
baskerville old faceI like your font.
those fig morningsI tend to look away from you. I tend to blush.
to the year of water off my backI saw written on my palm / One word
the growling goddess of chinatownFor one red moment she thinks she might kick the door in.
The secret things you knowThis is the story I won’t tell you.
fire“You’re not squeamish, are you, Brigit?”
fell to the red roomIt does things to me that I don’t understand.
one green wordThat’s all I need.
witching hour blues at the back of the throatThere was a moment last night when I almost told you.
her favourite fraggleDr Archer says there are no creatures
sour cherryIt won’t last.
brigit with the peppermint handsharlot, hooker, hussy, jade, jezebel, minx, mistress, scrubber, slag, slattern, slut, strumpet, succubus, tail, tart, tramp, trollop, wanto…
a summer spellAt first I thought everyone could see it.
There’s an elephant in my storyI have never liked her.
the little witchesIf there were ever a word I’d know, it would be that.
I wasn’t there, so I can’t be sureI think the dog got away.
that little storm was youThe verdict of a tequila woman.
five days of blueThe third day, it followed me home.
SwallowShe couldn’t stop if she tried.
there’s charcoal on her dressIf she goes out to dinner, go to 4. / If she returns to the hotel, go to 5.
violet in the flamesNo-one tells her that.
The kohl girl and her Finnish banjoWhy do the freaky ones always look so damn good?
Mata Hari and her gingham pigletDon’t make any sudden moves.
the star anise roomI’ve already done worse, she told herself, and for a moment she believed it.
this is a song about honeyAnd tails.
Thirty three reasons whyWatcha reading, babydoll?
WrathHow about some bones of bastards to sharpen your fangs on?
lit in the same placesIn half an hour she’d be back entirely in her skin
honeysuckle heatLong, ripe fingers without rings, without shame, and without me
feast eight – collingwoodgoat’s cheese pastries with pine nuts
spell meWhen it began, it came from her fingertips.
This is the way to the blackbirdsDon’t take it personally.
Six word story #1One kiss.
the taste of redThe red snakes are the most delicious.
Proud Pepper at the Black Dog BallroomIt’s hard not to stare.
the clouded stories from the corner tableYou always know when I’m lying.
this conflagrationYou know what to do.
Tales of the GGB #1I knew the game was on
ivy, ivySpitting out leaves.
I’m going to live the life I sing about in …I already know how to do that.
in the hands of the volcano dollCrossed eyes and red lips.
Black Snake BlossomYou’ll never be the same again.
black & vinegarJust one sweet, sour moment.
Venter loquiIf you can horrify a carny, you must be doing something right.
snake eyesHe had lucky dice cufflinks and gin breath.
spiral & smoulderDon’t swallow.
honey bee, let’s fly homeHow do you want to be remembered?
tabula rasaI don’t remember you.
mercyI remember the demons dancing at the corners of my eyes, always waiting to taunt me, always knowing how. I remember it all.
Mistress KittyHe was afraid of her eyes. / He was meant to be.
And the fifth drowned saidThis brine and tangle.
that cider scowlThat’s me with my arms crossed.
Rabbit bones and dirty feetSince you ask.
strutLaughter so dirty I stumbled, blushed / Never felt so unripe.
santa sangreWhen was the last time you told your story to a stranger?
AbracadabraIt’s not like you mean to hit him.
the muskrat and the moustacheHe spent his childhood riding muskrats and collecting codpieces.
The sun you didn’t seeJust keep moving.
brown sugar trickWe both know I’m not that sweet
choose your own buddhaIf she takes the bait, go to 8. / If she glosses over this provocation, go to 9.
True, false and floatingI reached inside and / broke open / three people today
Clochette & her tailsOnly the cat is poetry.
KupalaHow do you mark a day like this?
Birth Day of BelleFor you Belle – sorry I couldn’t make it to your celebrations this year! Enjoy ’em…
You’re not a smart beeHe’d better not do it again.
When you stop at twenty-threeBoth of us are frowning, but it looks more natural on me.
Wrap the bones around itDon’t let the bastards get you down.
reply to enivea ’ Pink petunias Not ’…Pansy Tiger Lily nasty Snapdragons
Something happened to my WednesdayEveryone knows.
scar tissueHe won’t tell her where it came from.
scold’s bridleripe with sin & scent / we dip forked tongues into wine
the first stormSorrow hung on with one crooked nail hooked over her collarbone
Dig inThis was going to get messy.
BellmuskerTake me under your wing / So that my phrases soar and my prose sings / Delve into my imagination and pull out all of that hidden by stagnat…
the dread biterI know you hear his hisses too
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