I thought on that for a moment, not wanting to give him an inaccurate answer. He gave me my time, tapping the corner of a page when a certain dress caught his attention. They varied, so I couldn’t quite tell his taste, other than not super poofy or showing too much. “It’s not you, persay,” … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 70
Author: tayslowe
I'm an author. That means I write stuff. Fo shizzle. I used to be outgoing, but now that I'm happily married and domesticated I'm sort of done with that. Sooo....yeah.
Dandruff and Mothers
I don't have time to meet the end, I'm picking at my scalp and wondering-- no, knowing, you'll never try to change it. They call it pride. You call it personality. And I try at scabs and puss and stuff to distract me from never seeing you, because your demons had always danced and sung … Continue reading Dandruff and Mothers
Light my Nights
I find the sound of your tiny snores ease my darkest nights. A profile of long lashes and bits of polished sky-- bits of me. But I couldn't be this beautiful. I want to hold you like in the days when you despaired whenever you couldn't hear my heart, but you're older now. And no … Continue reading Light my Nights
The Passion Confused Boy
I often wonder to the scrawny, passion-confused boy I left behind. The one who always fights with his music--banging on the keys because he's angry--angry at everything. I often wonder if he is still angry, but that is what makes me wary of him; forever wary of him. He was a knot of a person. … Continue reading The Passion Confused Boy
Costly Flesh
I want to be slim as a curve of skin; want to bask in white sand waters. Sun me, you costly coasts, and let me try out just once, comfortable flesh. So comfortable that I don't feel naked in a swim suit, nor mince my steps to control the jello I've had since 13. But I'm … Continue reading Costly Flesh
Raising a Hero–chapter 69
Sir Fairenson all but came running out when he saw me trying to flag down a carriage. “My lady, why didn’t you say anything? Please, let me help you with that.” “Uh, thank you. And it was just sort of a last minute decision. I’ve been needing some new clothes.” He stiffened. “Wait here. I’ll … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 69
A Little Walk
He paves a path through morning dew in search of apples. Little legs, though not as little as they use to be. Crows of sheep and points at goats, then waits to see if the cat's on the roof. Wanders back with upraised hands-- still little hands. Almost to big to carry home, but little enough … Continue reading A Little Walk
Summers in Russia and Typhoons
This is the first chapter of another story I wrote. It's kind of fun to read on its own. Or maybe I'm just a narcissist reading my own stories like sniffing my own underwear--which I don't do. Seriously. You sniff your own underwear. Before Beasts, There Were Storms by LoweFantasy Contrary to popular belief, Russia … Continue reading Summers in Russia and Typhoons
Godless Friend
It's late. I wonder why you Godless friend why it stings to roll and watch you muck yourself with your own love juices-- how it's only embarassing and not wrong to you. There is no love in sex for you. No 'love making.' No children, no family, only with convenience and it's stinging how I … Continue reading Godless Friend
My Two Boys Watching TV–and their matching cowlicks
Little swirls of bronze and gold, sat before a Disney rainbow, centered on the side of the skull. How I love those little skulls.
Author T.S. Lowe 