New Orleans street art photographed by Rex Dingler She told us life on the road can be tough creating angst and frustration but a cog can’t be the best version of our path. Think Dare Change Abide your ending or Drive. Continue reading Choices
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 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
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
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.
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
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
There’s a line on her forehead that didn’t used to be there. It’s directly between her eyebrows – her pale and almost invisible eyebrows which she always worried made her look a bit alien but not enough to paint them with pencil which looked even more alien. The line creases her forehead like the relentless drip of water creases rock, the steady passage of time that turns new to old, fresh to worn, the perky naive to the weary experienced. She considers buying some expensive wrinkle cream that promises to make lines disappear and bring forth the glow of youth … Continue reading That Moment
was like a full grown tree taking root in the ground; she felt safe walking beside his strong muscled legs,feet encased within shoes black as marsh smoke with a shine as high as sunlight, leaving an indelible stamp on the earth and on her heart. Continue reading Every step he took
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
