Caribbean Blue

is the color of my new dress, it can be dressed up with 4 inch heels for a night of fine dining and champagne or dressed down with daisy decorated flip-flops for walking in the sand with the salt of a Margarita on my lips, my hips swaying side to side within the gossamer froth of the soft blue fabric, turning my hazel eyes the color of the ocean, its skirt fluttering around my legs in a cool ocean breeze….. How can one have a bad day in a dress called Caribbean Blue? Continue reading Caribbean Blue

Anxiety Dream

I wandered down Vagary Street amid colors clamorous and clandestine a melding of brights and pastels and muddy depressives, people eating, laughing, frowning, lapping tears sliding down cheeks and onto lips, salty and seasoned with sorrow. I lay down on a park bench, curled knees to chin, overwhelmed with merciless waves of fervor and the unfaltering glitter of imbroglio and fell into an exhausted stupor until the bus came hissing to a stop, a giant bloated lizard ready to snap me up like an errant fly drunk from riotous flight and into the belly of an unknowable destination…..or maybe just … Continue reading Anxiety Dream

That Moment

There’s a line on her forehead that didn’t used to be there. It’s directly between her eyebrows – her pale and almost invisible eyebrows which she always worried made her look a bit alien but not enough to paint them with pencil which looked even more alien. The line creases her forehead like the relentless drip of water creases rock, the steady passage of time that turns new to old, fresh to worn, the perky naive to the weary experienced. She considers buying some expensive wrinkle cream that promises to make lines disappear and bring forth the glow of youth … Continue reading That Moment

Avārus Covetous

I used to worry that you might die and I’d never know, that one day your face would be clean-shaven and you’d wear your shiny black shoes again a blue heron flew overhead as the taste of our lips together faded from our collective memory as surely as the moon fades with the sunrise. we threw the scarlet letters away, they rest on the bottom of the bayou, relics of times passed. _______________________ Shared on dVerse Poets Pub. Continue reading Avārus Covetous

Bah

NaBloPoMo is not working out for me. I don’t know why I try these monthly posting/writing things…..I’m just not able to keep up with it and I might as well admit it and stop trying. I simply cannot write unless I’m in the mood and I’m not in the mood every single day. I refuse to force it “Push yourself!” they say – I say BAH. If you (I) have to force it then it becomes work. I want it to remain play, fun, my creative outlet. So sue me. (wink) I’ve had a bad couple of weeks. My old … Continue reading Bah

Surrender, Binge, Purge

I ate too much Pecan Praline ice cream tonight, spooning it from the deep, white bowl and into my mouth, sucking the sweet vanilla creaminess down until the sugar-coated pecans were left, then slowly munching them into powder that dissolved over my tongue, the intensity lingering like late afternoon love making. Now I feel bloated and slightly sick, a distended belly, which I’ve disdained in others, beneath my accusatory palms. Here I am, no better than any other slob who stuffs their face in the heat of uncontrollable despair, now looking at the toilet from the corner of my eye. Continue reading Surrender, Binge, Purge

Poets I Love, Part 1

I have two groups for poetry on my Google Reader. One is for poets I read that I’ve met on the net through poetry prompt sites like Three Word Wednesday, Read Write Poem and dVerse Poet’s Pub. The other is for poets I’ve found through online literary magazines or poets whose books I’ve bought. Today I’m going to talk about poets I’ve met online, share my thoughts and link to their websites. Several years ago when I started this blog it was an online poet’s community that gave me the courage to share my own words in a more proactive … Continue reading Poets I Love, Part 1