Category: Writing
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No burden in this load
Too busy dreaming and a path is formed while I crash in this clown wagon going too fast to read stops Age is not just a number Dream of running toward a cliff and stopping just after it’s too late Jerk to wake myself up Take my hand, honey Sneak into my cabin car How’s…
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Fainting at the piercing parlor
The room crashes and burns purple ceiling closes in Bright light seems – hospital-like but no white coats at this operation Strange faces look down at me a familiar one – but I do not recognize Have I been sleeping this whole time? Dreams were good and awakening rough So much more pain to…
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Sunday morning
Spring lives here where sunrise greets weekend coffee and conversation Trust and truth rests – in your lap, my feet – in my hand, a newspaper Did you know, dear, that the world has stopped understanding but we know our demons, and we know our angels, and this day you are the guardian of my…
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We go dancing instead
It’s my first time on the train in the small city with the big dreams making connections and moving quick two-dollar fare but no way off track We sit in silence and I hold her hand and feel her future has slipped aside away in the night without a sound The plans for tomorrow are…
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Friends who move away for romance
We ponder love over cups of coffee Stay or move on Big Apple or Queen City Sometimes fate happens when you leave it And a ticket for $5 could change your life “I found myself” you will declare On an Internet bulletin board The Libra has an Aries moment We celebrate with booze and tears…
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Do you dream of me?
In that moment Between dark and dawn In my half-awake, Half-dream world I see colors of you. Reds and greens and blues Courage and healing and truths Wash over me and you Patiently wait For me to wake To your ‘hey sunshine’ And I smile And anticipate.
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Nose rings at age 30
There is no happy hour In this Bible Belt city so we drink to Long Island enjoy being jobless and drunk at 4 in the afternoon. My gay boyfriend who’s not really gay is confused about life So he meets us on the grungy side of town with half-million dollar homes and a tattoo parlor…
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Mosquito bites and daffodils
Yesterday I saw a sunset and decided to write it for you. I thought if I slaved and bled over my words, I could make you feel my moment and maybe shed a tear. I sat down with my self-inspired mind lest someone come and ruin my picturesque moment for you. But I forgot how…
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The serenade
The jazz reverie plays two blocks over and the lovers speak without saying a word in the open windows of the apartment above the city in the south They know the night is young but the look in their eyes is long “You can tell so much with one kiss” and trust passes between them…
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Needles
It was in the middle of her bedroom, my grandmother’s Singer Sewing machine. She never used it, not that I know of anyway I used to check the color of the spindle thread for years it was tangerine later faded to peach I always wondered why her sewing table had a gas pedal like the…