OCTOBER 26, 2011 1:36PM

How Fairy Tale Really Ends

 

 grim indeed

 

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&rsquoRead full post »
SEPTEMBER 3, 2010 11:04AM

MEAN ing less

 

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

 

Y… Read full post »

 

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
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AUGUST 22, 2010 1:07PM

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 skinRead full post »

JULY 28, 2010 10:39AM

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 herRead full post »

JULY 18, 2010 9:09PM

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-livedRead full post »

JULY 13, 2010 11:24AM

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 »

JULY 11, 2010 11:25AM

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 theRead full post »

JULY 4, 2010 1:53PM

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

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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 »

MAY 14, 2010 1:15PM

"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 theRead full post »

APRIL 28, 2010 12:19PM

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 rainlessRead full post »

APRIL 21, 2010 10:21AM

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
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MARCH 24, 2010 8:32AM

Moody Blues


family passport 1971
 

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

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MARCH 17, 2010 4:23PM

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 »

   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 »

FEBRUARY 24, 2010 8:05AM

Ripples

 

 ancient pond ripples
a stone toss echoes circles
broken water sounds



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 aRead full post »

FEBRUARY 17, 2010 1:06PM

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 oldRead full post »

FEBRUARY 12, 2010 11:40AM

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

upRead full post »

FEBRUARY 10, 2010 12:38PM

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 »

JANUARY 22, 2010 11:56AM

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
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JANUARY 20, 2010 7:18AM

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/
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JANUARY 15, 2010 12:04PM

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 »

JANUARY 13, 2010 7:51AM

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 »

 

 

“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 »