There is a darkness upon me that is flooded in light. In the fine print they tell me what is wrong and what is right. And, it comes in black. And, it comes in white. And…I am frightened by those … Continue reading Head Full of Doubt
Irony is such a strange word. I never fully understood it. Until, I found myself uncovering the trash bin of history that covers my blood. And, until, I found myself needing to look long and hard at my own ‘hate … Continue reading Cycle of Abuse: Isn’t It Ironic?
I read the papers, I unfold them and examine them in the sunlight. The way the red mortars, in photographs, arc down into the neighborhoods like stars, the way death combs everything into a gray rubble before the camera moves … Continue reading Every Morning…Mary Oliver
Flipping of a coin from tail to head. cart-wheels on the beach. Drag Queen working the beat on Commercial street. Bare-footing, on the sultry tar. Hidden seaport cemeteries overgrown with unknown kin. Similar searches… Performed like a well manicured dance … Continue reading Hidden on Commercial Street
Fresh water sea gathered around at my knees and feet. Would the memory fade? The gentle bear at the edge of a neon street? The aggressive wallflower that would not give up her nylon seat? Water, secretly breaking? May, December, … Continue reading Breaking Waters