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 from centuries ago. Gentle Journeymen and Women with unease being the common goal. A sense … 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, lovers on retreat? My scattered thoughts... Re-learning how to ebb, flow and sway? Watching used … Continue reading Breaking Waters
Love's haberdashery is the awakening of green... And, all that it may seem. It is the culmination of timber, ash and lemongrass. Best of all... It is the kiss that cannot stay. But in the remains of the day... Lasts, and, lasts.
When young I could not rearrange the shame. I only heard words such as, 'You are queer.' It was then...I drew the terms of isolation near. Amassed myself in, ribbons, bows and the pink of fear. Attending to only, 'I knew there was something strange about you.' A parent's abolishing phrase? Words only a child … Continue reading Stop Making Sense
No significance to where it came from. Love, did not grow beneath my nails. Charm not from the dust kicked up behind my wheels. Angst, neither, the heel. Nor, from how the heart heals. ⊕ I had been let in by way of luck. Faith, came down only by the shower of your smile. And, … Continue reading All the While