Rosepetal

With much fuss and kindness they brought me coffee and candied rosepetal jam — delicious indeed.

A gallery opening in Albuquerque's Nob Hill or Santa Fe's Canyon Road, leading to some rosepetal-dusted squab enchiladas for dinner, followed by dancing to Middle Eastern techno-fusion music, capped off by coffee and poetry […]

[…] presses herself scrapbook rosepetal flat against the old bricks and mortar as far as the wall runs.

[…] lonely cock atop iron girders wears rosepetal smile […]

Today Greer says her first impression of Diane was of "a rosepetal-soft, delicate little girl. […]"

[…] and a foot in a gold sandal steps down. Soft and arched and almost white. Rosepetal toes curling in disdain away from what lines the street, wadded paper, rotting peels, dog shit, shucked-off condoms thrown from the back windows of cars.

Small hands flailed, the downy head turned from one side to another and suddenly the rosepetal mouth opened and Emily let out a wail.