Cave

Fingers swirling like water to a sinkholeHalima touches the swell,Whirlpools darkening at her navel,She waitsAs her husbandTakes his fill,Syruping her fever,Roping her hair into necklaces, knuckled glass, chuckling, a phantompain packing insanity and laughter and windows clear enough to look through.Pause that knock.Ask if this is okay. If this is true.If blood is red.If fire […]

Bleeding Trees, from The Immortal Wanderer

by Baransel Kutlu Heavy snow fell as he walked along a hill path. Coming across an orchard standing tall out of a thick field of snow, he continued under the trees, blood red liquid dripping from their bark onto the untouched snow. A red ring sat around the trees marking where they bled. He wiped […]