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Tag Archives: past life poems
, all she remembers is blood -red wine in fragile glasses, and empty plates the color of bone. ::twiglet #225
I am at home everywhere, and nowhere. I am never a stranger and I never quite belong. – Georges Simenon Fold the map at the middle and you’ll find the places she’s lived: born in Victorville, CAand then Florida (both coasts) by way of NC. Oh,Ohio is … Continue reading
.. You headed hard for that horizon haze, leaving me with nothing but this harlot moon, and hints of stone. .. In November, we poem.
Got a photograph of a smile taken way back when we could smile. Now this plane will take me where, I don’t know… – Collective Soul .. There’s a sepia tone smile somewhere in this drawer that says we … Continue reading
It’s 4:30 A.M. on a Tuesday It doesn’t get much worse than this In beds in little rooms in buildings in the middle of these lives which are completely meaningless …………..Counting Crows, Perfect Blue Buildings The mass of men lead … Continue reading
.. Take your (basting) brush, and paint it in broad strokes: the stupidity, the closed eyes, the half-baked lies. Measure (sift, swallow, spill) ………….time. Know it’s gone. Allow your heart to be stirred (whirled, blended, pulverized into pulp) by the … Continue reading
.. it’s not about the dirty laundry or the origami of us – the barely held together creases and the places we’ve broken, and broken through. It’s not even about the reality: that you hold all the cards. Okay, it’s … Continue reading
… We’re lying on our backs again, staring up at shards of sky. We know the names…Andromeda…Cassiopeia…the Ursas…but we have no idea what or who is where. I think I have found Draco, but then, I am always seeing dragons, … Continue reading
Made a mistake. Kissed a snake. ……………………………………………-‘Cinderella’ jump rope rhyme Married him, too. Said I do. And did. (He didn’t.) Goodbye. Good riddance. Sometimes knowing what’s best is helped along by living the worst. Be -hold: my broken. Unfold: His … Continue reading