RCA Secrets 2017

This year's contribution. I hope whoever bought them enjoys them.

Promise

They kept their secrets in deep pools of thought. Magic words lifted clouds of collective anger and gifted animals with the burdens of man. The women learned to live and die underwater...all alone.

Moleskine Pages- Mother, Can I Come Home

Mother, can I come home.

Moleskine Pages- Language

His pathetic need always made me feel slightly sick. A sweaty red face announced his intentions...just another language I'd picked up without ever meaning to. My pretending not to understand made him work harder and made me smile.

Moleskine Pages- Money Was Spent

The dance was ungainly, unlovely and bladder- voidingly sad. Crying was a waste of precious water in these barren, faithless times.So grief took novel and extravagant forms. No expense was spared. No one was spared...Only the best rope was used. She swung smoothly till the very last. All money raised was spent.

Moleskine Pages- The Shop

At exactly a quarter past fifty she shut up shop. She quietly mourned her unused eggs, her proto- children. She was sorry, she hated waste...And she had wasted so very much.

Moleskine Pages - Mum

I watched her love him till she all but disappeared. I couldn't compete but I still tried. He had a mustache and a temper, his magic was stronger. He fed her hungry eyes with low calorie tears.