For S., 8 Poems (3-4)
By bosch
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3 BUTTER
Breakfast was real oatmeal
Every morning in Taos,
Served at the kitchen table
By the window. Ravens
In the courtyard.
You always put a dab of butter
In my bowl, covered it
So it would melt completely.
4 BEFORE REDRESSING
You asked me to use
Capsaicin on a crusty place
On the nape of your neck.
Naked on bed's edge
You pushed up, held your hair
As I applied the cream.
Carefully, I flaked bits off
Without tearing flesh,
Cleaning, until new skin.
I blew flakes away.
You shivered--then turned,
Of a sudden, so so shy.
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I agree. There is just
I agree. There is just enough here. Hypnotic in a way. And I like the way that the is series unfolding.
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All Good
You're welcome bosch. Good to have you around the place and posting good stuff.
As to the changes that you have noticed - the site underwent a root and branch rebuild last year and that's when the new innovations were designed in. Plus we have the thumbnail upload facility which makes things so much easier on the eye and underscores the pieces of work that they are appended to. At the beginning of this year we also introduced a pick of the month award to supplement the long standing picks of the week.
If a piece of work particularly catches your eye please get in touch to let the eds know.
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