Some sort of solitary freezing. Some perfect in the dark, some fresh anger from the man.
There is a tomorrow I know. Today is an absent friend. It is tremors of pleasure that he seeks. I am through with motion as catalyst. I am inclined to still, supportive only of the rocks who soothe by reaching, reaching for sky and ice without edging on vibrate.
I am for the purpose of still. There is a greatness about the multiples. I am for no purpose but still.
The man often feels like alien. Part shadow, part child, I cannot help but feel that the prize at the end of this rope dangles on the end that I hold. Taught without tugging, an absence presents itself in the middle.
The night begged its own seat in the calendar of seasons. A warmth but a triumph over fire and a confusion over coast.
A frenzy, like lightning it was, like an invitational mystery with a jocular humor. For girls, such skies. Much like the girls I used to be.
The scenes I used to take to and the love drug storms I used to make fall short of this graceful math. This lightning with no wind, this rain with no reason. I am not for such delights. I am not for seeing what is already there.
He times a surprise and I shorten a tantrum. Evolve, is it? And without revolt?
A handicapped breath gives way to a kidnapped cloud; we are not alone, one hopes. I am ever alone, I spoke. My eyes only for ghosts.
Another poem of mine, “What The Bees Know”, is featured in issue 3 of The Ginger Collect. Have a read, along with other wonderful stories and poems!
I’m pleased to announce that a poem of mine entitled “Second Child” is included in issue 3 of The Ginger Collect. Read it here: https://thegingercollect.com/issue-three-the-ginger-collect/issue-three-poetry/secondchild/
I am happy to announce that a flash fiction piece of mine has been accepted for publication in Flash Fiction Magazine! I will post an update once it is published. For now, here’s a picture of my face.
You have an odd way of requiring “sir”.
Respect ground out of hurt, your status unearned.
A tremble of doubt, a flame to snuff out
a light like a feather, she’s hushed—all the better.
She’ll beg and she’ll bruise
The chamber you use
to hide all your faults
Your money: her vault.
I am very excited to announce that my poetry chapbook entitled “Recipes And How To’s” will be published in November 2017 through Red Flag Poetry. To learn more about the press, visit www.redflagpoetry.com, and for more of my publication credits, please check out www.virginiapetrucci.com
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