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ineffable is a literature & arts magazine that seeks to rouse and relish in the “unspeakable”: the erotic voice, the spiritual fever, the fiercely beautiful. We seek to provide established and up-and-coming artists with a medium for representation, displaying earnest work and creativity while withholding nothing. ineffable is an experiment in open identity and self-expression.

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Julia Ready

"I think the moon and the ocean are in love,” she sighed, as she and Benjamin walked along the beach at twilight.

“What makes you say that?” Benjamin asked.

“The tides. The moon pulls the ocean in and then pushes it away, day in and day out.”

 

The Pull

"I think the moon and the ocean are in love,” she sighed, as she and Benjamin walked along the beach at twilight.

“What makes you say that?” Benjamin asked.

“The tides. The moon pulls the ocean in and then pushes it away, day in and day out.”

Benjamin, her fiancé, put his hand against the small of her back as if to direct her along. She always hated that gesture. The dangerous proximity of his hand to the curve of her ass. The way it insinuated ownership over her body when they were in public.

They made their way back to their two-bedroom apartment that they could only just afford. “If I don’t have a room of my own to escape to, we might end up hating each other,” she said, when they decided to move in together.

She plopped down on the couch by the fireplace, exhausted after a day’s work teaching English as a second language to students from abroad. She was too tired to write or make conversation, secretly angered by the complexities of language.

Benjamin sat on the couch beside her, flipping through his Instagram feed. He found a picture of a polar bear swimming through endless amounts of water in search of ice. He manoeuvred his way closer to her to flash his screen. She leaned in, and her blanket of dark black hair cascaded forward. It smelt like ingredients of the lunchroom intertwined with herbal essences: fish sauce and "Tousle Me Softly.”

Benjamin lifted his hand and pushed her long tresses back behind her ears. He moved in closer and kissed the nape of her neck, sliding her shirt out of the way and moving down her collarbone, her armpit, her breast.

She sat still, allowing him to continue his ritualistic exploration of her body. She could sense his passions heightening. Yet, her mind was wandering back to her last lover. The passion and the excitement he inspired. The way he took her against the wall, pulled her hair. She had ended the relationship because he treated her poorly, emotionally. He was always looking for ways to make her jealous, in order to validate her affection for him.

She looked back down at Benjamin moving closer to the crease in-between her thighs. “He is so nice,” she thought. “He loves me so much,” and she pulled him closer.

 

 

 
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Julia S. Ready is a writer and singer currently residing in Victoria, BC. She is interested in the complexity of human relationships, the beauty in imperfection and a million other things.

Words © Julia S. Ready, reproduced with permission.