We can try hiking until we find exactly where the sunrise will look best. But we will end up cold and standing on a tilting rock to get an almost perfect view. Maybe if we hop in an air balloon—but then that would lead to us freezing away while we chase a pretty skyline.
You can choose but one Nonpolitical space/art True, he fit his name
(At the end of the 8 page dog boarding packet) In two (2) sentences only!!!!!! tell us about your dog: Hello I’m so sorry, but I have to warn you, you cannot raise your voice above a firm ‘calling to’ at my dog because if you do he will cry incessantly and it sounds so […]
If love is a hotel… And my love is on the top floor… What gets me in the door? To the front desk? On the elevator? With a key to the top floor? (Of course that floor is locked and guarded by fearsome goons.) To the same room on the top floor? And into his […]
With clanging whirlwinds Still meditating—no breath— My own voice unheard
Crystal ice like shells Once we fall through, won’t we freeze? Scurry back laughing
Writer who does not: Separate island, stale wind No thought, words, sound, life…
I stir the cream into my coffee. The sky is lit with the moon and it keeps me awake enough to race with my thoughts. “Compatible,” I think. I keep getting hit with this word when I least want to hear it. When I make a play for permanence, the other party starts their doubts. […]
Knock, hinges, then light Gentle, cold touch as bill mounts “like to go home please…”
I knew you were true so I boiled inside just looking at you.Content believing anything outside an adulterer was a solid significant other. Though, while you were here, I was so so sad, finding myself trailing the house like a sleepwalking phantom. Too exhausted to remember not to be found where I ought not. You […]
Yip, yip!… yapping too… Both good and evil doled out. This can of worms I…
All the while we snooze Sorrow billows, tears…. pillows ‘Tis better to have…
Oh wait… just how short? Very funny. Real quick read. Back to tasks at hand…
Clouds move, but don’t pass Clung to me with “I need you” Darkened day and night
Head turned, frostbitten. Watching? I hadn’t noticed. Melt before serving.
Mother from Ukraine Father from proud land Haiti Fight and cold always
So what’s the point, then? You want me right? So why fight? That’s half the fun, huh?
Back to square root one I am so sorry again I am filthy rags
She told her father But he couldn’t disannul. Head hung, she went on.
In a rush please move I had somewhere to be but Now there’s no point left