The Unwanted Goodbye: A Poem

I ordered my coffee, as I had time and time before,Expecting the same, needing nothing more.As I scanned the room, a familiar face caught my eye—Everyone, everything disappeared, just you and I. It had been two months but seemed much less,And yet, a lifetime, I must confess.The small talk was unfulfilling, nowhere near what IContinue reading “The Unwanted Goodbye: A Poem”

Spirit of the Tiger: A Poem

I received a perfectly square book with mostly blank pages—a journal. Scattered throughout were quotes from the poet Rumi and whimsical, streaky pictures. In 2004, I began to fill its pages with reflections on my loves, losses, and whatever wisdom I had at the time. I’d like to share some of those entries with you,Continue reading “Spirit of the Tiger: A Poem”

The Transcendent Trope

Her tea shop offers the finest loose leaves bundled in worldly weighs. Madame Emille, I believe was her name, also owned an exquisite chocolate shop in a well-trodden alley. Vivid silver threads fizzled through her course black hair and bare feet peeked out of a floor-length red dress. I never met her, but the smokyContinue reading “The Transcendent Trope”

Middle-Aged Lady Rap

I’m a midnight grinder, a shamrock finder, got a calendar, don’t need a reminder. I’m built Ford tough, edges rough, whenever I’m hot springin’ it’s in the buff. I down my steak rare, am a baller at foursquare, you better believe I oppose the electric chair. I’ve never had a gallstone, send messages via Iphone,Continue reading “Middle-Aged Lady Rap”

We Are The Champions

“Good luck,” they say, pedaling lightly backward, hand patting for the nob, it turns, “You’ll have your work cut out with this one.” Then the door slams. I’m given the troublemakers, the ones that can’t be helped.  They come to me diagnosed, undisciplined, and dirty. The razors to the wrists and manufactured poisons have renderedContinue reading “We Are The Champions”

Insane In The Me-Brain

I tiptoed with madness and danced with her on that crisp autumn day. Opening my arms wide, I said, “Come what may.” What an elixir-like beauty she had! My mouth held agape with wonder at the yellows, reds, and the oranges in her eyes. In the Van Gogh swirl of it all, infinite’s dream pausedContinue reading “Insane In The Me-Brain”