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”
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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”
Namby Pamby: A Poem
I write out of spite, not delight. A kite? I’d fly it to the stars. Or Mars. It’s up to the string—a thing that certainly would knot. Or not. A pig pile of stuffed animals wrastled for the pyramid’s top. Stop—nothing to see here. Listen close. The drip of rain, it’ll stain. But only ifContinue reading “Namby Pamby: A Poem”
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”
A Rat In A Cage
I’m reaching for something out of reach. The madness of it sends me into fits of despair. Are you there? I’m alone. But I thought you were near. It wrings my stomach like a wet towel. I’ve given my all, and what’s left is sour milk. I spit. I’m no longer me but an artificialContinue reading “A Rat In A Cage”
Too Busy: A Poem
I wanted to write with lightning bolts from the darkest clouds; ink ran dry. I desired to blaze the boldest trail in the thickest snags; clippers are rusty. I craved an exotic mushroom dish in uptown Manhattan; stuck in an elevator. I want to twirl my dress in the air with outstretched arms and eyesContinue reading “Too Busy: A Poem”
Maria Maria
A thousand tries, cries, and wondering whys.The night shift clocks out earlyno one goes home.Under the sun is a world.That glimpses the shimmering fairy.And a light feeling tickles the toes.Candle wax is melted and stamped.An invitation is hand-delivered.Then a gentle knock. The door opens.An amber light glows, and energy flows.Then a Voice comes:“It wasn’t allContinue reading “Maria Maria”
Fade To Black
There’s a locked box that won’t bust open.Its contents are silver and gold.I’m told.You’ll meet me in the valley, in the shade where our love once existed.It’s in us still, or did you forget?Reset.Let’s sit back in our chairs, and rock, and listen.To the swirling sound of dishwater draining.And to the soft whispers a-buzzing, ourContinue reading “Fade To Black”
Poetic Waxings
If we’re being straight, it’s not due to my arriving late at the party.Not to worry, I’m licensed and verified by the necessary authority.It’s been a long day – much, much too long- wouldn’t you agree?Serving food to homeless mothers and their children isn’t for me.You see, life needs to look a certain way, orContinue reading “Poetic Waxings”
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