Infirm
On the corner the usual crowd assembles bloodshot red words laid out so cold, stumble along search the wide world, another mouthful of booze will never find the buried gold Continue reading Infirm
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Sleeping, Writing and My Lack Thereof
It’s 4:41 in the morning and I can’t sleep. I’ve been tossing and turning for about two hours so I finally got up and got the computer and some peanut butter cups and I’m sitting in bed hoping to get some of these thoughts whirling in my head down on paper. Or rather, computer screen. Whatever. I can’t ever remember having done this before since I’m an easy sleeper and rarely have insomnia. I guess this is what this is: insomnia. She’s a companion I’m not familiar with except at times of extreme excitement or anxiety over an event coming … Continue reading Sleeping, Writing and My Lack Thereof
NaPoWriMo: Day14 – After The Night
After The Night Let’s step down this street right now, washed bright as our shining faces in the early pre-dawn light. We’ll welcome the cool air of March on our skin and breathe in the scent of freshly baking pistolettes as we meander over cobblestones worn smooth over time by thousands of footsteps. We’ll watch the pigeons pecking for errant crumbs in the banquette cracks suddenly startled by the passing of a lone musician, coronet in one hand and fried chicken leg in the other, home-bound in his wrinkled white shirt, the echoes of last night’s melodies swirling around his … Continue reading NaPoWriMo: Day14 – After The Night
NaPoWriMo: Day 13 – Capricious Craving
Capricious Craving Gentleness led to trust – the lightness of a touch, the feathered brush of a cheek, the whisper of a kiss. An intimate world is a delicate refuge. Alone, the fantasy crumbles. Continue reading NaPoWriMo: Day 13 – Capricious Craving
NaPoWriMo: Day 12 – We’ll Do It One Day
We’ll Do It One Day She once had dreams that soared but he sliced them into ribbons and tied her down to earth. Continue reading NaPoWriMo: Day 12 – We’ll Do It One Day
NaPoWriMo Day 11- Napoleon Ave
Napoleon Ave Gargoyle perched above Sending his silent message Find your happy place ______________________________ For about 8 years I was actively under the care of a doctor. I went to his office on Napoleon Ave weekly, sometimes several times a week. After examination or the latest procedure I would wait in his office for him and the revised treatment plan. He had a gargoyle perched on top of a tall bookshelf and I would silently talk to it while I waited. He was a good listener. After the storm (Hurricane Katrina) the doc moved to an office further way (his … Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 11- Napoleon Ave
NaPoWriMo: Day9 – Desire Waits
Desire Waits Long sweet anticipated moments of embrace cannot stave off the lonely hours filled with uncertainty. A languid afternoon of contentment passes quickly between weeks of grey purposeless days. Restless nights of bourbon and TV mock the bliss filled hours – a harsh reminder of a reality unforeseen. Continue reading NaPoWriMo: Day9 – Desire Waits
NaPoWriMo: Day 7 – The Pier
The Pier The shadows on the river deceive the carefree. The muddy bottom disappears into twilight beneath a crescent moon. Down into cold waters a nightmare turns from fallow to full. _________________________________ Missing man’s body found beneath collapsed pier. Continue reading NaPoWriMo: Day 7 – The Pier
NaPoWriMo: Day 3 – Blocked
Blocked She tried to be serious with her smart girl glasses on. Fingernails cut short to the pink, tips weighing heavy on the keyboard. But the words escaped through her bloodshot eyes like little lambs all in a jumble running off to cavort in the sun. Continue reading NaPoWriMo: Day 3 – Blocked
NaPoWriMo: Day 2 – The Only Side That Counts
The Only Side That Counts This winter wind blows as cold as your indifference, tearing at my coat like your words tore at my heart that night when I cried out for help. You turned your back on me – deliberately – even though you’d been where I was, felt what I was feeling. Had admitted as much to me. We were never really friends. We didn’t know how to be. We never shared anything of significance except a bit of time now and then. Finally, even that was more than you wanted to give. Continue reading NaPoWriMo: Day 2 – The Only Side That Counts
