Bøker av Thomas Timmins

Down in the CellarThe channel running under our old house flows through granite stone, a smooth lightless stream. Down in the cellar we open a door, a door in the floor. We lower our pails, and raise them up slow. The water tastes sweet and rich, like chilled cream.

Sensitive handsHe has the most beautiful hands. Long fingers, arced tips, black hair shiny as crow's feathers on his knuckles, palms webbed with fine lines. Grinning, he says the tangle of lines means he's ultra-sensitive. He's sensitive, but not the way you'd expect. I say ';You're shallow.' He shrugs. I tease him until he's turned on, then make a married woman's excuse and split. He smiles. Always eager to see me, never mentions I'm married. Sensitive like the fox. Hangs around after dark, knows when he's getting too close and when it's time to leave. I leave. I keep coming back.

Books by Thomas TimminsNovels: Blood Medicine The Special Fruit Company Down at the River The Hour Between One and Two (Trilogy) Aphrodisiac for an AngelShort Fiction Puff of Time Visions of My Other Self Desert Dusk MusicGraphic Verse Novel ZomPoetry I Was Just Laughing Likings for Shadows Buddhist Breathing in America