Letting us believe things about ourselves. About the nature of relationships. About the balance of control. Liberation. Free from constraint. Enlightened about the reality of what it really means to be a woman. So they told us. Sometimes it works out. When the threat is not too crazy. Equal pay for equal hours, most of… Continue reading Truth About Women
It hurts. The Hunger. Hunger. Your hunger will be for, toward, against, movement, limit, direction Teshouqua Hunger for. Her. Hunger for. Him. Hungry. However, never satisfied. Longing. Thinking. Drooling. Escaping. Running. Separating. Fighting. Hungry. For another. To devour him. Eat his spirit, his dreams. Eat his soul. Eat another. Taste his flesh. Hungry. For his… Continue reading Dream Eaters
The invisible wall of generation usually keeps me on my side of the courtyard on Sunday mornings. Right after church, however, the central coffee station is a hustled mixture of young and old. And there the coffee flows, not quite quick enough for some of us. Waiting in line, we pass friendly smiles and sweet… Continue reading Patient Discontent
Feeling feels real. Its not. Is it. Thrill of the drug. That makes you want more. The absence is pain. Which makes me crave drugs. Why we like the drink. Why we love cocaine. Why we scroll and tap and charge and click. To hit the high. To feel. The thrill. That is put in… Continue reading Proper Whore
Coffee and conversation with a friend can lead to an unknown place. There are things that I don’t even know about myself until that mug warms my hand. Comforting aromas open my mind and release the flow of memories and emotions from the last time we talked. Overstuffed chairs lull me to a safe place,… Continue reading Coffee Confession
She didn’t know why she had never tried it before. Over the years, she could think back to plenty of times when it could of happened. Remembering herself from a previous era, she was quite surprised, actually, that it was only now that she had ended up in this moment. Fingers down her calf, meeting… Continue reading Pretending
Losing since her first breath In a place of nowhere Untouched alone and quiet Eye to eye, thigh to thigh What did she have to know To wander from that sound Choose was is or what could be Playing happy, weren’t you happy? Where did she have to go To find a place of meaning… Continue reading Finding Lilith
They never see it coming. Because she was beautiful in every way, to those in her care. She held them when they shivered. She warmed them with her patient attention and chicken pot pie. She was the constant in the darkness. She was the answer to their frantic cries. And they’ve never thought of life… Continue reading Dying Women
Toe touches the bare floor. A drum beat pulses through bone skin blood. Currents of an unpredictable rhythm tickle the senses. And she begins to dance. Hair pouring over and under. Hips and thighs swivel too fast, too slow. A finger draws up lightly, feeling every sensation. Blur of a color, and swirls of many,… Continue reading Dangerous Dance
Sometimes she lost her mind. Rinsing, chopping. Gathering stirring. What did all of it mean. Emotions that should not be making her sick with every cut slice chop. Her knife pieced the soft flesh of a zucchini, marring the vibrant green skin to show its unimpressive white insides. Vegetable triangles scatted in the wake of… Continue reading Chopped Up
Cindy Koch 