Fey Ugokwe's Blog - Posts Tagged "kirkus-reviews"

New, she quick skinny-dipped into blinking bright green, a fresh-spooned lap in the bracing aqueous, emerging dutifully dainty up the liquids light--a finish clean--L.A. in the lush verdant so well winking, suited her. But...

Red silk waft, stray long strands ethereal--and flying--the glint of gilt embroidery, hands-feet ink like jewelry, casting out the swirling city ferments, beckoning toward the ever-sated covenants, in salt:

And they were two flirting at pots eyes on eyes and veins rushing, with the ambrosial mix of peoples as their green screen and it was sweet-sweat spice-smelling and sensuous, giddy back and well pleasant spinning, the chatting laughing breathing eating touching--in the savory-lush, oak, and rye--for a time:

Mouthful of smooth, rounding sure into vanilla, lifted with real air and time--he told her with a grin that that's what he wanted. But:

Inching into city blacktop on ballet flats--careening, kinetic cornucopia of pungent sight, scent, all sound--insistent hands reaching, squishing at the lusciousness, looking for the bruisings in the wrong place...

Mouthful of smooth, rounding sure into vanilla, lifted with real air and time--he told her with a grin that that's what he wanted, but:

Inching into city blacktop on ballet flats--careening, kinetic cornucopia of pungent sight, scent, all sound--insistent hands reaching, squishing at the lusciousness, looking for the bruisings in the wrong place...

New, she quick skinny-dipped into blinking bright green, a fresh-spooned lap in the bracing aqueous, liquids so light--a finish clean--she'd thought L.A. in the lush so well suited her...

"...[she] thought deeply for moments, idly tracing a teardrop of condensation falling quickly down the side...she watched the bright red liquid settle against the rind of the whole pieces of citrus fruit, as they rested in the glass. Her fave part of the drink was sucking down the sweet-sour flesh steeped in the wine at its end in the vessel. But--she wasn't nearly there to the bottom. She sighed and wondered for a moment why life always seemed that way lately--taking so long to get to the innermost part..."

And they were two flirting at pots eyes on eyes and veins rushing, with the ambrosial mix of peoples as their green screen and it was sweet-sweat spice-smelling and sensuous, giddy back and well pleasant spinning, the chatting laughing breathing eating touching--in the savoury lush, oak, and rye--for a time: