A moment more
I want to hear a snatch of all the songs ever sung. The gong of all the bells ever rung. I want to see, smell, taste the flowing rains that … Continue Reading A moment more
The rain in Spain
Why’d I dream of Skinnygirl?She was hardened,with wise eyes and a smile for sale.In our yappy group,standing in the drizzle,we fussed and discussed,looking to trust.But she stood out,most quiet and … Continue Reading The rain in Spain
Follow the moon
What sievewill distill a dream? A thing of momentintimated,but confoundedby dictionary devils. Enticing in its grey distance,alluring in its apple wholeness,it follows like a moon. One wakesto the knives of … Continue Reading Follow the moon
The root of a problem
It’s a bitter little thing. As I bid it adieu and sent it on its way, it spun a smoky path, bloodying the bystanders. Finding no hosts, and diminished in … Continue Reading The root of a problem
Shortcuts
Make cuts carefully, in concealable places, so as not to be known as an attention whore. Bundled in fives, as at Shawshank. You and I know that it’s better than … Continue Reading Shortcuts
Time for sleep
I cry inside. I see the sky in robin’s egg blue. Things of old have turned to gold, unglittering. An alchemy, an accretion, to life’s masterpiece. I fear I’m being … Continue Reading Time for sleep
Hurry hard
Each of us wanted safety.Father, from trouble’s horde.Mother, from father.We chickens, from the storm. All of us were running,and love was hard pressed to keep up.Adolescence held confusion, guilt,and strange … Continue Reading Hurry hard
Tree
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If not today, then when?
Mister Macho, I’m not after your attention, nor will I give you mine. Don’t mistake me for a doormat. I know about theatrics, and I have a long fuse. Attack … Continue Reading If not today, then when?
A winter’s vision
The girl had rosy-appled cheekbones, soul-grown by those blossoming blue eyes. As she looked up at the streetlit snow, she shone amid the crowd of parade watchers. The slight smile … Continue Reading A winter’s vision
The names we pin
Be not offended If I don’t remember what you told me. Or if I tell you something for the second or third time. I need a good defragging, And, now … Continue Reading The names we pin
To be, or not to be?
To know what to say,or whether to say it.To loose one’s breast-felt feelingsbefore their season fails.To decidewhat is fitting,or might damage,be ignored,or be spurned.Suffer, does the fool,for the promise of … Continue Reading To be, or not to be?
Brainchild
Who taught the slug-brained? That bovine seat of thought that runs the basic body, five and dime. Be wary, for the tether of its beast may be quick to snap, … Continue Reading Brainchild
A cure for the chills
Me, I like a slate-tinted sky. Shales of ice, opaque underfoot. The remains of thistles and rushes. Holistic winds that purify all but notions. … Continue Reading A cure for the chills
a working man
Old Man. He come every day at twilight time. I hears the bony drum, cicada’s hum. He wear raggedy clothes, canvas cap, yellowy beard. And his work he does. Cranks … Continue Reading a working man
Surfacing
don’t mind me at all- I jump in frivolity from one to the other as the bee tests for honeysuckle nectar. The proper endings of songs are not known to … Continue Reading Surfacing
