mountains remind me images i once scribbled on a paper table cloth so far away from ex-forever and swanky restaurants i think on impossibilities station wagons with propeller jets $1.50 school for girls just like me fluffy softness of a formerly frozen jelly sandwich melting in my mouth and the apple he balances perfectly on his…
Tag: Post-a-Day
recollection: a child’s story
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…
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…
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…
divorce, a work
there are sadnesses here full bellied heavy they drag the ground holding me in places departed decades ago unsheathed sorrow runs into the very pores of things requiring oxygen’s exhalation and i find clogging where flowers once bloomed with abandon joys abound in laughing sounds heard across thresholds he is singing and a random beat…
fearfree living 