Jodi Anderson Writings

resurrection

I was resurrected briefly. 

Let me tell you, as sweet as the taste of life was, I'd rather not have known it than to experience that bliss and then roughly return to death.  I held living in my hands one ... more ... time before laying the dreams, again, to rest. 

no state of mine

why? oh, ming! or ellie annoy or mini soda or can sass or ore can saw or or a gun?

dews and don'ts

Drought ... when the vegetation is preserved only by the dews.  My own drought?  When the writing is preserved only by the muse.

temperature

I took the towels from the dryer, laid down with them, and put my cheek upon that heat.  It was near enough to 98 degrees. 

When I arose, love was pressed upon my skin ... in a terry-cloth pattern.