Author: Zouxzoux

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Unknown/Unknowable 2006-2009

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I’m finally saying good-bye, to you of the laughing blue eyes that hide the dark purple of bruises and crimson of clotted blood. I thought you were one thing but you were many instead. The lushness of passion and the thorns of disparagement were all a part of you, but I didn’t know. I only knew that I became entrenched like a log caught in an underwater world of clinging reeds until I became the one who was clinging. I say good-bye to you now when I couldn’t before. As the years passed, the current tugged me loose and I … Continue reading Unknown/Unknowable 2006-2009

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All Out Of Happy, Passed

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This house is starting to feel like home again in spurts and starts – not all the time every day, but more often than not. It’s been a long time since I felt at home. This house felt like the underside of an overpass and I felt homeless in my own skin. It crept up on me, this feeling, it crept up and took over my life, my thoughts, my emotions and held me hostage for nine long years, invading my very core and changing who I was until I didn’t know who I was. This house waited with the … Continue reading All Out Of Happy, Passed

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Hank and Karen

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You’re the kind of man mamma warned me about – always with the sexy smirk and your hand metaphorically in the honey pot when it’s not handing some chick her fourth dirty martini or, no, I take that back – especially when you’re handing her that fourth drink because you know it’s the one that’s gonna tip her over the edge of judiciousness and into deliciousness. Yeah, mamma said don’t trust a man with caramel-colored eyes, especially when he calls you his Muse and says makin’ love to you breaks loose the words and they all come a-tumblin out through … Continue reading Hank and Karen

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A Day In The Crescent

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  It’s another balmy day in paradise. I push down the plunger in the French Press, inhaling the earthy aroma of the blackest of coffees called Community. The morning paper lies on the coffee table waiting for its unfolding, opening and adjusting shake. “Sneaking Sally Through The Alley” is dancing out of the Boze, WWOZ accommodating its listeners with the best music in the country, bar none. Noise from the street wafts through the open French doors: the rummmm-rummmm of the city bus, the high-pitched laughter of kids on Christmas break, the artificially cheerful greeting of “order when you’re ready!” … Continue reading A Day In The Crescent

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The Time In Between

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It’s the day after Christmas and the rain falls, first a light mist just to get us used to it, then a steady falling like the currents of the river two blocks away. The air smells clean and wet, the birds are chirping and fluttering in the old pear tree – are they singing good wishes for the New Year as the rain washes away the doubts and regrets of the past to make way for the hopes and anticipation of the future? Or is it only my foolish daydreaming once again, wishing away reality. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Shared on dVerse Poets … Continue reading The Time In Between

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ZZ On Mad Swirl

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My poem “Milk for Free” is featured on Mad Swirl’s poetry forum. The forum posts a poem every day so each day they all move down the line until they drop off. Mine was published 9/26 – I hope you’ll take a look. Mad Swirl is a fantastic creative online and paper zine based in Dallas. 10/2 Update: Actually the poems don’t drop off forever but are saved in archives. Here is the link to Mad Swirls archive for 9/25 – 10/1/11 that includes “Milk for Free”. Continue reading ZZ On Mad Swirl

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DreamWorld, The Beginning

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Your face was as translucent as a pink jellyfish, I could see the blue veins running beneath the surface like hi-ways covering a road map. The bones of your skull looked surprisingly supple, as if they could be molded with the pressure of my hands, my DNA splayed onto your flesh like spilled wine. Your eyes were a vortex, deep and dizzying and I could not look into them without a fear of disappearing completely from this world. ______________________________________________________ Shared on One Shot Wednesday. Continue reading DreamWorld, The Beginning