I never said forever. That’s a time continuum I can’t comprehend in a world too tightly bound by years. Today is my commorancy, my roots are in this moment and each one that follows, as it exists. The long tunnel into the future is too narrow, I will not be stuck there. Take my hand, look into my eyes and feel the fresh air on our skin. Now. _____________________________________ Shared with dVerse Poets Pub. Continue reading An Aerial View
It makes me anxious, reading your words. I’ve done my years of anxious, of constantly running three steps ahead of a fit. I threw that shit away in 2009 after my good altruistic intentions got slammed by a sledgehammer of entrenched mediocrity. And that was just in my work life. Friends come and go and I became caught up in a frenzy of mindless socializing, of running from event to event not of my choosing, hitting the streets in a dervish dance from bar to parade to fest to second line and guzzling the latest cocktail de jour or micro … Continue reading Repetition Interrupted
A slow rain falls and thunder rumbles, its sound waves rolling over tree tops and through glass and concrete. Inside, wet dogs lie and coffee percolates. I pull the soft plum fleece up to my chin, dozing to the plink of fat raindrops on the roof. Continue reading Morning Meditation
pollen falls like golden rain tiny wrens flutter green fingers wave good morning Continue reading Morning Meditation
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
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
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
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
Talisman I was given Our Lady of Guadalupe for faith, I gave her away for cancer. I was given St. Jude for hope, I gave him away for a healthy birth. I was given a fleur de lis for love, I gave it away as a reminder of home. Tokens of friendship given to me, passed on to others. Continue reading NaPoWriMo: Day 8 – Talisman
The Swamp Shack Where once I laid my spinning, splitting head after an impetuous flight along an uneven footpath, mumbling foul epithets and being chased by phantom misdeeds. Continue reading NaPoWriMo: Day 6 – The Swamp Shack
