The mint mouthwash and vitamin C On Sunday mornings signified Return to cinder On the burning street They'd take her food, sleep, peace Possibilities She'd come to collect in the blaring porch light gathering plastic baggage Under the stares And familiar scent of a cold cheek Everything we store away must be addressed Return to…Read more Cardboard Box
poetry
Balancé
Waltz, two three Balancé Between extreme polarities Screaming right and wrong A little of this or that A soundless, graceful shift from here to there Set to ancient music Disturbed By condemnation of discernment The I in ignorance Fearing to lose that which cannot be lost Temporally misplaced Where have I put them? Where could…Read more Balancé
Rake
Fall Under, over, in Protrusions Interrupting peace Disturbing silence With want No need Muffled screams as gastronomic indecencies A greedy rumbling greeting each light Restless unrelenting buzzing, numbing Lips, teeth, cheeks Buzzards circling feasts Fingertips grazing In shop windows of caloric salvation Sticky buns One nation under Greed We the people Entrusting dollars and pounds…Read more Rake
Whittle
Chip, chop, chisel Strip away Uncover Are we there yet? What do you make of me? What am I allowed to control? Barking splinters with a thunking axe Strike, hammer, divide Block, pound and sever Years of growth reduced to kindling Unkind scraps Hold a smoldering spark clinging to dryer lint I'm freezing to death! …Read more Whittle
Parched
Beyond the complacent Sure Of ate billion hearts Surrendering footholds on a dormant doormat Removing egos and shoes There's still a better way you persist to resist Pushing on, pressing in, holding out Sea legs and gulls Brine the flightless bird, submissively begging for Release This cup from me The fountain both empty and overflowing…Read more Parched
Lot’s
Bargaining for apples In contaminated bins The sitting money bought us time together Cut in thirds across an empty carpet Out of Love She said goodbye To blame or scorn or sin A borrowed bread broken by shame For needs that were both unseen yet hidden Frigid heir And invisible descendants baring a name known…Read more Lot’s
Leap
Privy points of view Secure ledges A flying buttress Soaring higher than required effortless, easy So sharp, crisp, unfuctwith Casual confidence, pairs well with pressed slack, Breathing room The kind unavailable in a single unit A chipper pep talk, peppered with Advice You've never had to swallow Listen to the expert tell you about…Read more Leap
Flock
Flock. We find our way back together; birds fish, sheepish nests, wool and air Once upon a while I wasn't there. It's good to die in that sense Egos waffle, wax and wain We only need to worry about the rocks in our box, bag, wagon Keep climbing And what we see each time we…Read more Flock
Numbers Game
The calories require counting Corralling potential rogue meals Under foot and feet on scales and Pavement; pound, pound, pound 1000 calories down sealing pant size Pint sized Protection; I realized The prophylactic preservation of self-inflicted frailty No body ever goes in No body ever comes out Under Armour 60 minutes an hour a day 60…Read more Numbers Game
Scalloped Edge
The searing pan and succulent meet Crisped in a puddle of sweet creamery butter Warmed under a gentle and steady flame You knew my name Didn't have to ask for a thing This was an offering, a gift From the see, A perfect pairing with Gorgonzola Freshly ground Grinding black pepper and a gentle nibble…Read more Scalloped Edge
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