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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A Rare Bird
Balancing on a beam between caring and not caring, I swan dive off into the river’s roar. Wet, my heart space opens and fills. There was a bird, the rarest of birds, a one-time sighting. A chub of a bird, set upon a mossy branch. I float past it, transfixed on its chest ofContinue reading “A Rare Bird”
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”
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”
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?”
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”
Meandering Mind: A Poem
Another mother of a blank page staring me down, like Uncle Sam pointing his finger, “I need you!” I lack the wind for a stellar sail, so I’ll drift in an eddy until I’m ready. To shoot! Down the rapids of relief. And to swirl in a pool of dreams of which I long. NotContinue reading “Meandering Mind: A Poem”
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