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all these faces these shades of coffee and chocolate and weak tea and rosy brown all these faces aren’t like mine my convictions are strained my humanity is in question my value to myself teeters on my ability to recognizes … Continue reading
What does it mean When you say, “Let’s have lunch?” What does it mean When there are no bees in the garden? What does it mean When my youngest turns 40? What does it mean When former pleasures are a … Continue reading
That voice, That voice was made for bluegrass. That angelic voice, That voice soaring above the banjos and guitars Was made for bluegrass. That accent, That southern accent Was made for bluegrass. Please leave a comment with your first 50 … Continue reading
Now that I’m old I hate shopping. I hate glitz. I hate fashion. Shopping makes me tired. Glitz is disgusting. Fashion is silly. When I was younger I loved shopping. I loved glitz. I loved fashion. Is that what they … Continue reading
Even as a young boy Pink was misunderstood, Picked on Pink was how he Thought of himself. His big brother, Red, Defended him in the schoolyard, Helped him when his heart Got broken by that siren Orange. After college, Pink … Continue reading
Lost between two worlds Searching in the wrong one, Asking, inquiring, calling for help. When help comes it leads to Nowhere. How to find the way, How to choose the path That will lead to the world Of support and … Continue reading
Silence descends. Orange fades from the horizon, The chipmunk stills his feet, Orion sails above a yellow drop of light – Saturn? Venus? Doors are closed, Cars are parked, Families safe behind their own walls. My feet rest on the … Continue reading
Listen to yourself Be your own observer Hear what others hear Heal what others hear Embrace your scars and tears Even as you would Embrace them in another. Turn and look Stare into your own eye Hear your own damning … Continue reading
Blood. Bluebeard’s secret stream of knowing, Pouring from the gashed throats of women. Blood. The salty red link with the sea from which We came. Blood on the fangs of the vampire, Dripping like sex. Life is a bloodbath. Please … Continue reading