One forever-after night
two launched their love toward a new dawn
under a mast born of a crimson, lovestruck sky.
Flags set, ribbons cut
their bottled fury smashed,
they set sail on salty tears
to a giant penny of broken promises
that hung on the horizon.
I used to watch you, dear heart, twinkle-eyed, always your tender laugh rang in Clair-du-Lune trickles, each joyful, hot-tea morning. As steam rose from the cup to my heart, we sipped and laughed. Two who stared down the breach, to stand against all odds, in the tick-tock of borrowed time Continue reading “Aretta”
I have a confession. I have an embarrassing affliction.
One that happens in the bedroom. Now get your mind out of the gutter. My sleep is bonkers. I can count on one hand the number of nights since I was a kid that I slept seven hours in a row. I sleep walk, sleep talk and even sleep shop. Even my doctor gave up on me. When he diagnosed me with chronic sleepus interruptus, I zombied my way home Continue reading “To Dream, Perchance . . . of Placebo Sleep?”
I think this explains a certain type of writer’s insanity. Witness a typical morning-cum-afternoon in one writer’s apartment.
Brain: Hey, personality. You need to read more about what’s going on in the world, they’re freaking impeaching The President. And finish that book about the boy in the plane crash. I don’t care if you think all literature is going to Hell. You better get groceries, soon, too, especially vegetables. Beets or something good.
Once you were a mountain I could not move yet had no desire to climb. Now I know when love flows red all volcanoes must crumble in time. The day the landslide parted, my heart quaked and I reached out to stem your tide. Continue reading “Daddy”