My Poetry

A Pantoum on Infestation

The burgundy bugs crawl all around in my brain. Dancing under the pink meat of my face. Their little sticky, sinister feet march again and again. If I wasn’t insane I’d probably feel the bass   of their feet dancing under the pink meat of my face. Chomping on the raw insides of my cheeks… Continue reading A Pantoum on Infestation

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My Poetry

Sonnet 2: The Blues

Sonnet 2: The Blues  A blue butterfly landed on my windowsill last night and I let him in because you had the same eyes.   But his skin was blue and yours was black but your aura had a blueness to it.   Do you still feel that way sometimes Blue?   You never told… Continue reading Sonnet 2: The Blues

My Poetry

Sonnet 1: A Love Poem

Sonnet 1: A Love Poem I’m exactly what you said I would be. The sin, the stain, the blood, the pain, the wrath, the greed. I’m nothing more than you thought of me. I’m just like your nightmares, except I bleed.   My blood reeks of salty teardrops and hate. It reeks of soggy darkness… Continue reading Sonnet 1: A Love Poem

My Poetry

Red Whine

AB. The blood. Blood of his story.   Bandaged. The blood. Blood of his story.   Abrasive. The blood. Blood of his story.   Barbecued. The blood. Blood of his story.   Abused. The blood. Blood of his story.   Ballistic. The blood. Blood of his story.   Abnegated. The blood. Blood of his story.… Continue reading Red Whine

My Poetry

AmethysT

Amethyst; that was her name, and that was the shade of her strut. She’d float down the sidewalk like an apparition, in high-heels sharp like the corners of counters, and force the smell of manually-mashed passionfruit to mingle with the cool air. Click, clack. Click, clack. The heels. Left, right. Left, right. The eyes. She… Continue reading AmethysT

My Poetry

Residency.

He will always be home. The smell of that apple-scented candle lingering through the vents of the house Shoes with muddy tongues lined up by the front door Red, hot stove burners alive on Sunday mornings Scratches and greasy fingerprints cluttering the worn porcelain bowls Battered pillows covered in drool and old make up Wrinkled… Continue reading Residency.

A Day In My Life

Becoming an Arizonan… After Moving Away.

I lived in Arizona the first eighteen years of my life. But three years ago I moved away to San Francisco. I never really paid attention until I moved away, but I was a terrible Arizonan, because I had never been to the Grand Canyon. Until last Thursday! I finally got to meet the Arizona… Continue reading Becoming an Arizonan… After Moving Away.

A Day In My Life, Announcements

Happy 2nd Blogiversary!

Happy blogiversary to Amie the Author! Two years ago this blogging journey began, and it's been a very rewarding, special,and unique one. Thank you to all of you for reading and supporting my blog! Cheers to two years! And cheers to the next year! Can't wait to see what's in store for this year. But… Continue reading Happy 2nd Blogiversary!

Short Stories

Dollar Bills.

Heavenly wore a green thong on the stage each night. She loved the way it matched her eyes, gave her chocolate skin a glow, and signaled a green light for the men in the audience. But more importantly, she loved the way it matched her favorite thing–money, honey. And she made a lot of it.… Continue reading Dollar Bills.

Short Stories

The Green Coat

He wore a green trench coat that made his back itch and his mocha skin moist. The shiny, stiff, green coat flowed down his body like a frozen river, covering him like a green screen, and ended right above his knees. Everyone saw the coat. It was always on Central and Myndylla Drive, from sun… Continue reading The Green Coat