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”
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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”
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”
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”
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,
You, The Creator
With the skill of an artist’s touch on canvas, or a piece of fabric, or a block, or a blank page, something emerges, something within expressed outwardly, as if by magic. I’m no magician, but sometimes when the moon is in its waxing phase, and all the children are resting soundly in their beds, IContinue reading “You, The Creator”
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