Writings and Musings

April is National Poetry Month and I have let it slip by without a mention on this blog I’ve dedicated to my own poetic attempts. There are so many talented poets out there in internet-land that I’ve had the privledge of reading and I wish I’d had the time and strength to write about them all here, to share their words with you. I wish I had the time to read the work of those who read mine but I only am able to be online in fits and starts – a few minutes here, an hour there. I’m feeling … Continue reading Writings and Musings

Passages

the ocean rolls like bodies beneath sheets as twilight seeps over the horizon, we lie side by side not touching and the day is slipping away days of grey and mist passed and we persevered together, swimming in warm, safe waters you were in my head awake and asleep, I could never get enough, now I barely see you, we exist in separate seas we’ve been to places no one else has seen, felt the lightning in the midst of a storm, seen northern lights flashing in southern night skies can we get it back, can a hurricane blow away … Continue reading Passages

A Day in the Life of a Sick Woman

A cat in heat has been caterwauling non-stop for at least a week and fire trucks are wailing and road rage-crazed drivers are honking their horns and buses are vroom-vrooming and kids are playing basketball in the parking lot behind the house, the ball thumping repeatedly on the pavement making the dogs bark and the drive-up kid at McD’s is talking into the mic so loud I can hear each and every Yat infused syllable she speaks to each and every fast food starved patron who drives up and lord have mercy I’m sick and tired of being sick and … Continue reading A Day in the Life of a Sick Woman

Education. Equality.

We are stronger than bombs, more determined than the Taliban, as sisters and daughters we stand together under falling bricks and plaster, our bodies and our will are iron, we do not bend. Malala’s heart is ours, she gives face and voice to our struggle, we are resolute in the face of hatred from desert sands to snow-topped mountain all hearts beating as one. _____________________________________ Shared on dVerse Poets Pub. More street art photos can be seen on my Flickr set “NOLA Street Art”. Continue reading Education. Equality.

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