Reminiscences: Musings in Memoir — Prompt #1
PROMPT #1 — WIND There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas* that come down through the mountain passes and curl… Read more »
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Memory
The intention with which you pulled against the filtered end of your cigarette, your lips sucking the death out of its spongy tip the way culture sucks down words, ignited… Read more »
Heat
In his eyes, in her gaze, in their loins. The touch that sears, that brands. The breath, hot against your skin. Burning desire. Fanned flames of lust. Embers flared to… Read more »
Savage
I… You… WE…