Homage
Look into my face and you’ll see the same ole same ole little heart beating with the fierceness of a hummingbird’s wings Continue reading Homage
Look into my face and you’ll see the same ole same ole little heart beating with the fierceness of a hummingbird’s wings Continue reading Homage
The skin under her eyes is a delicate bluish-purple and as thin as a membrane covering the fluttering heart of a hunted animal. The lines of her face tell of a precarious journey but the path remains a mystery. Continue reading A Face On the Corner In the Rain
Clarinet, piano and sax waft out my open door, melodies flowing like clear water over river rock, high and low up and down tinkling, trilling, tumbling one moment, then a slow and steady sizzle the next, spritzing in my head all the day long….. Continue reading Jazz At 9 a.m.
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
She feels stagnant as the swamp on a grey afternoon, the water covered with puke green algae broken only by bloodshot alligator eyes protruding from it’s murky depths. She’s the rotting waterlogged cypress log whose only movement originates from the prodding of another less inanimate object. Minutes, hours, days pass and only the moon revolves. Continue reading Grey & Green & What’s In Between
Anthony Bourdain recently visited New Orleans for his show “The Layover” and it aired last Monday night. It was great tour of our city, visiting many businesses and neighborhoods that get little national coverage. Please check out my review of the show on my New Orleans blog, NOLAFemmes.com. Photo via The Travel Channel. Continue reading Anthony Bourdain in New Orleans
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
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
texture air and light a thousand worlds unfurl rising in golden dust mornings blue and solace soft loll in velvet intangible prayers exalted Continue reading Luminosity
That school is ugly, I don’t want to go there It’s brazen and bizarre and all kinds of crazy But sisters get shot dead at ten o’clock on a Saturday morning while watching kids play on the stoop. Sanity is fucked all over Continue reading Two Conversations