Tea with Bob
Bob lived in a castle in the clouds, when he was home the clouds tinkled like zills on a bellydancers fingers, when he was out the clouds did the Hustle because Bob forbade it when he was home. Bob had … Continue reading Tea with Bob
Write then Sleep
It’s 11pm and I should be asleep. In the morning I’ll pay for it with a dull headache, leaden arms and legs and a desire for everything to go away so I can stretch out on the sofa, sip coffee, … Continue reading Write then Sleep
Glinda was never a Witch
She was fairy fluff conjured up by a man named Baum who, like many men, see women as either Good or Bad. Glinda was a fantastical ideal with a blank smile dressed in a frothy pink (of course) dress, perfect … Continue reading Glinda was never a Witch
Grief in Repose
My eyes are dry now Still, my heart flows river-like To a sea of tears ***** Napowrimo Day 18 prompt: “Today, I’d like to challenge you to write an elegy of your own, one in which the abstraction of sadness is … Continue reading Grief in Repose
Selene
When night falls on Earth, millions of eyes turn to me, bask in my brilliance. Lovers together kiss in my light or, separate, look on my face, stifle their howls. Poets write verse upon verse in fascination, never wanting for … Continue reading Selene
Some Days
Some days start off heavy and never lighten up. Bones and joints ache from years of bending and reaching and lifting and pushing and remind me that I’m not 23 anymore although in my head I am. Some days, no … Continue reading Some Days
Roxane
Each time I heard you sing was like the first time, your voice billowing like thunderclouds rising into blue, then fluttering like cherry blossoms to earth, every note opening space in my chest until my throbbing heart was fully exposed. … Continue reading Roxane
Big Bang
Did we fall out of the boom, the crash, the billions of bits that created the universe? I imagine us meandering around the cosmos, interstellar travelers perusing our options, riding eons of space highways & terrestrial autobahns, appraising the virtues … Continue reading Big Bang
Ode to My Shower
Stepping onto the cool, smooth tiles, Into the long exhaled sigh of day’s end Is to melt into relaxation, a calm And quiet embrace. Soft fingers tickling My shoulders, rivulets of warmth flowing Over and down, slurped up by world-weary … Continue reading Ode to My Shower
How to find the thing that’s missing
First, determine if it’s worth finding. Check your pockets, eat the Hersheys kiss, dig the lint out from under your fingernails. Look in the very back corner of the junk drawer, past the MP3 player and 1984 Worlds Fair cigarettes. … Continue reading How to find the thing that’s missing
