I’m the child you locked in. Every afternoon and every Saturday morning. The child you said was fat, whose food you took away, who served you dessert but wasn’t allowed to lick the spoon. I was that too-blonde, too-good, girl who was too afraid to touch Down There. Using allowance on 10 candy bars at…
Category: Rachael Ikins
Halloween Synopsis – Rachael Ikins
A poet wrote me today: your words shine with a tinge of purple iridescence. I held the door for a turquoise faerie princess, or maybe she was a queen in the foyer of Barnes and Noble. I ‘d just left the eye doctor’s. My new glasses perched on my nose, my eyes darting like twin…
Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen 