TheSpinstress
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His Haibun. Top Story - July 2024.
He does not like poetry; I write it anyway and do not tell him. It's true his face is not a poet's face. It is round and open, youthful; too apt to be compared to the sun. His nose is neat. It is impossible to imagine him smoking a cigarette, terse, full of cheekbones and tension. His warmth burns my fingertips. I am here for his fascinating body, the haphazard freckles I touch one by one; he is here for my eyes, just my eyes. A sunbeam sneaks through the curtains and pierces us both, sizzling the spices of his skin. I inhale and wrap myself in him. He kisses my eyes.
By TheSpinstress 2 years ago in Poets
Losing My Phone in Mumbai
The best part of my 10 days in Mumbai earlier this year, hands down, was losing my trusty Samsung A20. Quite how I did it I don't know and never will; it is entirely likely that I carelessly dropped it in an auto, but I have a friend who is adamant it must have been pickpocketed. Either way, you can imagine the lurching horror of the first hour or so after I realised, turned my bag inside out and watched my life flash in front of my eyes, so I won't go into it, because what happened next was some of the best fun I have ever had in my life.
By TheSpinstress 2 years ago in Wander
The Old Sheeps' Farm
My earliest memories are always filled with sheep. My father had sheep, and so did a lot of the neighbours. They had been crucial to the island economy for generations, providing both meat and the wool for our traditional fabric, Harris Tweed, which was spun at home by women and sold to bolster families' income.
By TheSpinstress 2 years ago in Confessions
