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sounds like heaven to
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How Fairy Tale Really Ends

ashes and soot stains
her secret midnight passion
and if the shoe fits?
frog burps his love song
katydids clam up in calm
shut up and kiss me
in corners, on tuffets
little jack and miss rough it
thumbs-up he loves pie
xanax beauty
nods through neglected nuptials
narcolepic zzzz&rsquo… Read full post »
MEAN ing less
Art therapy class, the exercise: cut random words from magazines and create a visual poem from them. The text reads:
MEAN ing less
Wrong.
You’re crazy, dumb, worthless
You don’ know
You can’t
Inside the “Bad Ass Coffee” café (a Pi poem)
Inside the “Bad Ass Coffee”café
A
quiet poet
chooses
from café’s riotous air,
words,
to paint on ruled paper
in strokes and lines of ink, imprisoning this moment.
The grind
of an espresso machine crashes walls
reverberating rude clatter across tables
creating caustic ver… Read full post »
Rhyme of Season
Rhyme of Season
walk the line
walk in rhyme
rhyme the stride
rhyme like a child
child-like play
child inside strays
stray cat scats
stray off path
path well-worn
path of thorns
thorns scrape skin… Read full post »
just not here...
Not Here
Chemistry of a lukewarm soul
washed with love’s vitriol, not here.
A
tepid tempest waits holding
howling hurt for console, not here.
The truth tucked away and hidden
far deep down rabbit hole, not here.
Painted patience, the un-sainted
affixed with aureole, not her… Read full post »
soggy cornflake dreams...
Soggy Cornflake Dreams
she didn’t sing, she sewed,
and she sowed, and cared for
everyone, and anyone not at all
while he, no one loved him
more, than he himself
and the children never guessed
the why of this pretty house
with its perfunctionary kisses
Stepford-lived… Read full post »
When we stopped holding hands
two hands
first the grasp, with fluttered hearts and raspy breath
then the hold, with a squeeze, a pump, a told pleasure
next a drop, to lift something else or stop to create personal space
finally expanse, the distance reveals neither softness… Read full post »
when nothing more to do except…
and when against all predictions
a single moment of news arrives
where death hovers amid fact and prophesy
its awakening un-nerves the faithful
and the doubt grows like the cancer
then between the breath and the tears
my response beats resilient
with the… Read full post »
Sonnet: summer from the porch...
Poet’s Porch
I sit below a lofty porch, affording shade,
a buffered canopy that mellows harsh sunlight.
A veranda along my home offers a sight
of neighborhood, and honest family life portrayed;
a place to rest and swing on bench, as tales are played.
The women gather, talk unfettered false, wh
… Read full post »
Inane Conversations with the Insane
The Secret Life of Fleas
nippy nuisance
of carpet nap
scratchy torture -
where’s the trap?
I seize a Kleenex and sneeze my decision “No, absolutely not, I’m allergic to cats!”
Little… Read full post »
"Lonely Luna"
The ice danced slowly as she twirled her drink glass.
"Sheryl, have you seen the new exhibit at the museum?" The question brought her back to the conversation.
"No, but I plan to. It's supposed to be an excellent collection of native landscapes. I was impressed when I met the… Read full post »
filling the empty
the empty and the kite dancer
forgotten forests
of slash and burn lands, sun parched
empty cisterns cry
sand missing the grass
where her bare ankles sink
into driest path
desert wind rustles
her green flowered skirt ruffles
too lush for the void
still on rainless… Read full post »
Irrational numbers
Irrational numbers
quantifiable
impatience forms expressions
faux love equations
times A adds up B
minus times A multiples self
computes mixed measures
checking on-off-on
binary games
of she loves me? not?
despite radiance
circumference formula
requires two and pi(e)
A and B is true
always, unless A is t… Read full post »
Moody Blues

passport photo taken in Manila, the Philippines, 1971
The Pout
Pouting can reflect mal mood, sometimes,
master mime in moue pulling pity;
this is the real power of a pretty pout.
Showing a willful stout-hearted mind,
much maligned, who press their
… Read full post »of Ryan, not Orion
Dearest Ryan,
Oh my beloved, I have searched for you, scanning the heavens
looking for your glow each evening. In my quest of the night sky,
I’ve memorized the constellations. I stared so keenly
I’ve seen a quiver in Orion’s bow, and watched as the
ram and the bear run a/… Read full post »
Less in more – in celluloid and life …
Wind
The wind has an insistent push
Pressing a moment then it abates
Capricious patterns, always in a rush
Tearing modestly while it re-creates.
My hair blown wild by the wind
I watch undulating branches sway
My skin feels its pressure pinned
A dance of movement, sound,… Read full post »
Ripples
a stone toss echoes circles
Like pebbles thrown in a still pond, our lives in words and actions
ripple out to touch others. This week, a ripple
I created a long time ago has come back as a tsunami
tide…
My daughter a… Read full post »
Zulu Rising
Médaillons de Mardi Gras
Rain drips down through the heavens
and runs like tears down people’s faces
as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
in sweet confusion under the moonlight, couples
howling “Allons danser!” and solitary figures
with those mean old… Read full post »
the fable of Valentines...
the fable of Valentines
Once upon a time,
before mass mechanical
confectioneries and affectionate coupons
there flourished Olympic Romance –
of bards, and barons,
and bastards,
who troubadoured rondeaus
from secret spots in garden bushes
up… Read full post »
the Heroine with a Thousand Faces
Modern Madonna
maiden pauses
many reflections
mock emotions
mirrored performance
momentous decision
meticulous composition
makeup expression
movable pose
mask thoughts
metaphor painted
Who dat, behind dat mask?
This week I was reminded how mu… Read full post »
love letter to OS poets
Po.It
Of prose
(the
internalexpanding
&
externalcontracting)
thinks Alfred and
brought allofhis muS
-ings
to a:word
stand-
;Still
ruminating.
(the
clang
& clank
of railway passage
rattles, rocking thoughts
as)
Po.It rides
toandfrom: life’s Destination.
(then
screech
&
squeal
as train halts
a:bruptl… Read full post »
Open Call: a personal manifesto
Manifesto
In September,
I believe in burnt gold and orange nestled with magnolia blossoms,
and the music in the crack of a new book spine or in the crackle of
bonfires.
On my childhood tire swing I believed the wind could blow laughter,
sunshine melted frozen hearts, and that all skinned
knees/… Read full post »
Fiction Friday: Dinner Date
pink, wet, luscious
tips spread open like butterfly wings
a carnal paradise
Spent end-tails to a once succulent grilled shrimp dinner and a half eaten potato: the remains of her meal in the caverns of a white Styrofoam container. Messy left-overs on opposing sides. She/… Read full post »
The Little Things Give You Away
* Sevenlings: Her
Story
He loved three things alone:
warm cookies with cold beer,
his sail boat, Reality TV.
He hated children foibles,
reading prose, womanly
thoughts and dreams.
... and he married me.
The Little Things Give You
Away…
Evening Chores&… Read full post »
Fiction Friday: On a road to nowhere…
“OK girls, hang a right at the end
of the drive, it’s just three minutes
up on the left-hand side.”
With an OHV engine jolt they twist tires in the mud
and careen away from the fish camp,
Thelma and Louise archetypes
wave gleefully from inside
a convertible tank… Read full post »
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