Tag Archive: tarot writing challenge

What will be

She was deadly afraid of sharks but she jumped. There were no sharks there, of course, but fear can make anyone irrational – like how she quit her job at the school paper… Continue reading

The Moon

Soft. Her heels clicked behind me. Soft. The baying of a chained dog. Soft. The rumbling through her purse for lipstick, to make her kisses vivid. Soft. The smoke of grilled barbeque and… Continue reading


First contact: our arms extend towards each other, lengthening the elbows, the forearms, eventually fingertip would touch fingertip. My kness were buckling a second ago, now they stay still – connected to my… Continue reading

Too Old for Concerts

The funny things we do to stay cool Hearing the music blaring through the mic Moving our thoughts to things simple – Such as watching bands we’re forced to like. A sea of… Continue reading

it’s WAR/bitch

Have you not sat in front of us last night And saw how we held hands in queer domain? You did it hence and I had then foretold What slut are you and… Continue reading

The Hierophant

Today, I pledge myself Not to god, but to some Dick who lives in Rome – To live by alms And take on poverty Residing in a palace With a gold-layed throne room… Continue reading

The Prom Queen

She was with her friends. Their whole gang of ditzy girls, clenching each other’s hands. They didn’t talk, not really, sure sometimes an intelligible sound would come from one of them. She was… Continue reading

your underwear

J–,¬†you left your underwear again. I’m wondering if I should start a collection of your multi-colored underpants, a crayola box of pastels and earth tones and greyscale briefs. Why do you still wear… Continue reading

Bus Rides to Bicol

I – Outside the Men’s Comfort Room, Araneta Station Damien is sitting at a bench outside the restrooms. James enters. JAMES: Fuck. I’m late. (spots Damien) Tol, what time is it? DAMIEN: 6:10.… Continue reading

Maiden, Mother, Crone

Little girl in pink In a bathtub would swim or sink She’d play with ponies, make-up and ribbons, Until the day she’ll look like the gibbons. Fat lady in black Smacks her husband… Continue reading