New to me


I have never before in my six decades of life seen a sunset like this. While hunting in the Austwell, TX area this week I was struck stupid by the sunset. When I finally gathered my wits and ran for my camera I still managed to capture over a dozen shots. The “flares” were so large I couldn’t get them all in one shot. There were four of them. At first glance I mistook them for the lights that warn airplanes. I never got a deer but that’s ok with me. I would much rather have this memory.


Her Scarlet Letter

flashes of her past creep in, ancient history
shrouded memories she forbade
a lifetime spent drinking them all away
taken unawares they shatter her again

was it the song through the window or the scent
of the stranger walking by that sent tears to her eyes
festering pain washing makeup gullies down her cheeks
always ignorant of the cause, it leaches to the surface

she sent him away before she destroyed him with her lies
her pretenses and nighttime prowls up allies
craving things she could never find to replace the
hole inside of her, she called it the hole in her soul

exacting recriminations spread crimson across her breast
bleeding from the scab that was a heart
blood red soaking her shirt for the world to see
her scarlet letter proclaiming the shame she carries


she licks red lips with her lizard tongue
lassoing through the air
skillfully it wends its way around his neck
reeling slowly she pulls him in for the kiss

lobster claw arms encircle his waist
pincers locked behind his back
incapable of stepping away he leans toward
the kiss, disinclined to seeing her as she is

her sucking lips attach themselves
from my table I see the blood drain
from his face, weakened he sways
lips seperate, he whispers into her ear

she smiles her hyena smile, retracts the claws
he reaches for her hand and pulls her along
making their way to the door, they exit
back to the home that once was mine

(C) victoria ramsey