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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
Maybe tomorrow I’ll wake up early Get more accomplished And still find time for a walk. Maybe tomorrow I’ll eat better With lots of green veggies And not a single sweet. Maybe tomorrow I’ll clean: Pare down the closet clutter … Continue reading
My skin was coated with salty residue, My swimsuit and shoes filled of sand. The sunburn would linger for days, Peeling and painful. Exhausted, ravenous, and thirsty I fell into a chair under a beach umbrella And ordered food and … Continue reading
Fizzy, sparkling, live, carbonated. Bubbles just want to be free. Unscrew the lid, hear the whoosh Hope the overflow drips On something it won’t harm. Drink it down and wait For the burp. Please leave a comment with your first … Continue reading
The kitchen warmed by the oven, the house fragrant with the aroma of cookies, the toddlers on stools with fingers in batter, and Mom, sipping at the brandy, soon to set off the smoke alarm, by forgetting to remove cookies … Continue reading