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Stitching the Pieces

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Your eyes only saw the best part of me, perfectly groomed in classic black and heels, ambivalence hidden behind serenity’s repose. I kept dishevelment ensconced in private rooms where uncombed hair fell in tangled lanks and mismatched Pj’s enclosed goose-pimpled flesh from the draft of honesty. Your ears only heard whispers and murmurs and sonorous sounds of yearning, never impatient recriminations in careless moments of the familiar or irrational shrieks of a bad temperament. The trick was the delicate convergence of the frenetic and the steadfast and how to locate the balance. ______________________________________________- Written with thanks to Three Word Wednesday … Continue reading Stitching the Pieces

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My Poem on Mad Swirl!

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My poem, “Dark/Light”, was published on the literary ezine Mad Swirl on Monday, April 9. This is my second publication there and I’m hoping for a third in the future in order to earn my own Poet’s Page. Wish me luck! Mad Swirl is a great ezine featuring the work of “poets, illustrators, writers, photographers, painters and psychos (preferably harmless ones)”. It’s a great creative resource and I highly recommend it. Continue reading My Poem on Mad Swirl!

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Short Waves

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Words traveled on the breeze on moonlit nights, moonless nights, rainy nights, humid nights, freezing nights, floating over houses where husbands and wives bickered, over bars where voyeurs eyeballed each other while drinking their courage, over city streets slipping under the feet of the maligned miscreant running from shadow to shadow. Words spoken in the flickering light of the TV through a filter of whiskey, under the sheets of a missing person sleeping in a car in a hospital parking lot. Words heard in an empty room smelling of paint and cigarettes and desperation while children do homework and eat … Continue reading Short Waves

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The Hordes

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I’m tired of the knee-jerk uneducated and uniformed opinions splattered all over social media and the resulting mindless group exercise of the modern day witch hunt. Half-baked news spreads like typhoid infested waters with the pressing of Android thumbs and everybody’s an expert. And everybody’s opinion is as self-righteously correct as the texter’s before them and the millions to follow. We will show our solidarity, dammit, and you will know our view is right and true by the signs we hold up on the screens of YouTube or FaceBook or even on the network evening news because the media wouldn’t … Continue reading The Hordes

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Repetition Interrupted

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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

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What’s Shoes Got to do With It, Part 2

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All night long she keeps one eye on the tables, one eye on the stage and her third eye on every sweaty hand that wanta creep up her skirt. Wearing a skirt’s a bad idea in a place like this but the manager says if she can’t show a little leg then he’ll show her the door and she needs the tips the sweaty ole hands drop on her tray. It’s the wee hours of the mornin’, Dixie Delicious is dancin’ up on stage with some big ole white feathers hooked to her arms, floatin’ around her head lookin’ like … Continue reading What’s Shoes Got to do With It, Part 2