Author Archives: Ry

About Ry

It's so magical, it's gay.

Kissing Prints

She climbed into her Corvette the way some of us dare into love: Face first and ass up. I feel like we call it a whirlwind when our hearts get swept up in the tides of falling and gushing. Lose … Continue reading

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Ìcaro

In Tulum, we found that the sun wasn’t our only heat of the moment. Remember when I bike-pedaled to find you, The Boy With The Orange Suitcase, with my heartbeat compass. I mistook your fear for sweat, pressing my lips … Continue reading

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Encore

I imagine love is a dusty rug, heavy with the weight of footprints and decades of stains we’ll never get out. Come spring, we can beat out our mistakes with a broom handle, the same way a boxer may lose … Continue reading

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Our Hairy Hearts, a Triptych

When I was six, I remember discovering I could dip my finger in glue and peel it like flesh. It was the first time I saw my fingerprints and the first time I realized I’m human. Five years later I … Continue reading

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Kristofer

Thank god for all the double-tongued digits it took, magically hocus-pocused, to red carpet you into this world. Not that you’d ever need soft ground with all your cloud-like floating. My magic-carpet Prince, my whole nude world —and yes, I … Continue reading

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Of Joan

Our greatest works live in the stories we share. We are an evolving work; living novels, art of flesh. We carry volumes of past to present, of joy & grief —a colossal library in our ribcage. Maybe that’s where all … Continue reading

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Eulogy to a Sailboat

Split, severed spine by snow, a pale skin, glaucous beast, splintered with wooden flesh beneath, golden in the new sun. Melting away, the cold blades that broke you; taken without a last kiss from the lake.

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