i remember… softly shared kisses on porch stoops the fragrance of lilacs lingering in the air late blooming cherry blossoms and forbidden fruits gone fat from worms and too much neglect i remember… lemon sherbet sticking to my tongue and the watermelon man’s bell ringing ringing watermelon for sale watermelon for sale straight from alabama…
do the math (half is considerably less than all)
she hates me. she is sitting across from me, her big brown eyes jacketed hollow point bullets. inside i am dying. “she can have it,” i mutter. my lawyer gawks at me stunned. “she can have the house.” i stare out the window shutting out my lawyer’s protestations. my hands remember her hair fanned out…
i am an artist because my mother never told me to shut up
my mother never told me to shut up. i’m sure she wanted to and probably still does. on. a. daily. basis. but the truth is she never did tell me to shut up. not only did she not tell me to shut up when i talked she listened. and i knew she was listening because…
Absolutes
The table is cold. In this hotbox of a room he notices that the steel table is actually cold. Breaking the silence he asks, “What would you kill for?” Looking up he answers, “What? What kind of question is that?” “What would you kill for? Or who? Who would you kill for?” “I don’t sit…
coup de coeur (or insurgence of the heart)
sitting across from him she is fascinated at the very idea that once she dreamed of being a revolutionary. and not the grassroots organizing flyer dropping kind of a revolutionary but an actual gun toting che guevara I fight for the things I believe in, with all the weapons at my disposal and try to…
proud to be a maryann
the great debate heard in locker rooms on park benches water coolers bus rides to amusement parks and the back seats of surburbans maryann or ginger; sure ginger is hot she moves like jazz and somehow took enough hair spray on a three hour tour to last 3 years into a shipwreck; everybody wants to bed or be ginger with the auburn hair and legs that go into next…
its complicated…til its not
in between the stanzas that is where you fit fingers caress keys and i drift inside the melodies that make up you and it is too much baring the weight of this desire against the despair that held me captive only yesterday its so complicated wanting to want and needing the need of this thing growing inside of me to go a way but there…
when revolution is your only option
the end may justify the means as long as there is something that justifies the end. there are no words only deep longing silences that cover us each in sorrow and regret in my mind images twist and twirl leaving me breathless of times that never were but still feel real in my hand i…
Legend of the Sky Giants: A Fable for Langston
as told to Langston… Long long ago in the moment between the void and the earth’s formation, a battle brewed among the stars. Every star wanted to be ‘the‘ star. It was whispered among the stars, that to be ‘the’ star meant power. Power to warm planets. Power to give life. Power to grow living…
write what you wish to write…whether it matters for ages or only for hours
For mother’s day I gifted myself a writing desk. Armed with a $100 budget, I made the trek down to the local Ikea. With change left over for an ice cream treat, I purchased a desk, chair and lovely laptop caddy. I returned home and cleaned out a corner I’ve never known what to do…
fearfree living 