Tag Archives: Russell Jones

Body Rub

On Sunday I roll over your back with my knuckles. You’re not dough and kneading, but warm fudge, a sweet blowtorch flame on a Crème Brûlée. “Higher, deeper,” you say but I’m inexperienced. I whisk your gingerbread aside, take strands … Continue reading

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Sum Total

It is not the whole that implies the parts, it is not the dark that defines the light. The mind is still wise but hearts speak to hearts. It is not the whisper that voice imparts, the erratic swarm won’t … Continue reading

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Hypnophilia

The trouble comes in the eyes, down like a drawbridge. “This mind is mine” the brain says, “and that is that.” No arrows will stop them this time, it tempts them, taunts them like a child. Effort will not break … Continue reading

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Lights

We had never switched off but rolled under the stars like indifferent clouds. Illumination is on our dark cheeks, our old constellation is in our eyes. When the breeze wheezes thunder we’ll sigh; when the moon’s dim face churns relief … Continue reading

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