Why am I such a miserable fool? The mutterings echo off the toilet bowl-stained limestone. I dream of freshly laundered linens and rose hip-oiled loins, the ones found in decadent masquerade parties where bowls of keys promise the mysterious. Take my hand, and we’ll run with our dresses flowing like scarves. How naive we’ll beContinue reading “As It Seems: A Poem”
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The Invisible Me: A Poem
With the stroke of a hand, light betrays dark. The monsters slink under beds, and the rooster slices silence with its screams. All while I replay a dream. My husband is in the background; his loving presence is quiet, like a family portrait on a mantel. The main act is the weariness from years ofContinue reading “The Invisible Me: A Poem”
Somewhere With You
Heading to Toronto, riding the rails. Strands of lights under eaves brighten the shadows. I step into the light of which I’m not. Oddly lovely are the people. A stranger in the cafeteria can’t cope with being known. That blonde, of course she sees, the hate within her like gun powder. A conveyor belt toContinue reading “Somewhere With You”
A Spot Of Tea?
The juice supplying creativity amounts to barely a drop; if served in a saucer, a mouse would say, “What kind of restaurant is this?” and then throw it to the floor. Not enough for the smallest vermin, not enough for me. The heater sounds like someone’s holding a note far past their lung’s capacity. IContinue reading “A Spot Of Tea?”
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”
Reflections: A Poem
Under the streaked window and the dust-bunnied cracks are the streams of light that come from staring too long; the whisps drawing across the room like a megaphone. A standstill in a game of tug-a-war. A glimpse in the mirror. For free, the advice I give. I nod off, “Leave a tip on the counter.”Continue reading “Reflections: A Poem”
A Gentle Ride
There’s a leaf; it looks like a moth, feet gripping to the side of a cedar. March’s chill reminds me still that it’s fall, not spring. I take a breath, a long and heavy breath, to release my previous session. I reset and forget and feel the comfort of my bed from underneath me. TheContinue reading “A Gentle Ride”
Breaking Bad’s Barrier
I’m at a loss on what to write about tonight, so perhaps I’ll start with the weather: It rained like crazy today. Oh, but then the sun broke through. For a moment. Then it vanished. I recall it raining a bunch more. And oddly enough the sun came again. But not to fear, it’s rainingContinue reading “Breaking Bad’s Barrier”
The Door: A Poem
There’s a war going on.Inside.There’s a war going on.I’ll hide.Nowhere to escape,I stand.A small, white flagIn hand.What’s the meaning of thisThey demand.It’s not mine to tell,I turn.Knowing full well allWill burn.To the ground not aMoment before.You’ll come to me and Open the door. ~J.D.L,
A Special Lady
“The Teachings of Buddha” is read aloud on the bed next to me. By Evelyn, the two-and-a-half-year-old (don’t tell her I told you this) that can’t read. She’s dog-tired; from being snapped in and snapped out of the car seat, from tromping through slushy snow (she didn’t mind), and standing in frigid, send-you-hurriedly-back-to-the-car winds. HerContinue reading “A Special Lady”
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