Laying out on the pool deck Salted by rain pellets… Flip me over and fry the other side. Sunbathe in black undies… waiting. The air is fragrant with the roasting aroma of a thousand turkeys. No frangipani, no poi dog – Just big birds in suntan lotion stuffed with onions, sage, and bread. Mango chutney sunset Orange… Continue reading Pacific Beach Thanksgiving
Category: Poetry
I am safe
No one has ever held me to a mark before. Like a trained animal, my eyes are fixed on you… Looking for every sign, Judging my place in your heart … and nestling there Where it is warm and I am safe… as long as I hold your gaze I am safe. (First published 6/22/11)
The Dance
When Kristie was five or six, she took tap dancing lessons along with hula and gymnastics. Her mother took an adult class the next hour. Kristie sat waiting for her coloring pictures or reading a book, but what she was really interested in was the more complex tap routine the ladies were working on. out… Continue reading The Dance
at my will
Although I am congenial enough, I often prefer my own company. When my whimsy and muses can flourish – at my will- along with my moods and desires. All things in nature please me the most Like watching : flowers grow purple, koi swimming in swirls of orange, fire glowing hot and red, rain glistening… Continue reading at my will
Evil Mistress
She wakes retching in a panic in the middle of the night… Believing the lies, the brain washing, the Evil Mistress, the Mother of all fuckers, her boon to bear… – Neverland Child – She would not budge, and this is what made her sick. She would never change – not for the sake of anyone.… Continue reading Evil Mistress