Let’s gently unstick yours frozen to a popsicle (no more blood, please!) you insisted on a winter’s morn in front…
Browsing: poetry
I love Bambi when a hunter shoots Bambi’s mother I hide under the seat until the movie ends My mother…
I Don’t Care that I’m silhouetted by fire or gold is the color of my back- drop. When a man…
Face Card: Queen of Shadows Retrat de la meve germana, 1923/1926 Dalí I think you tried a classic portrait first…
If only I could find my glasses I could read the morning paper. Now that I have found my spectacles…
In this lingering light of a late winter against a coral covered sky. I have…
When you go dancing do persons other than friends ask you to dance? Strangling words pierced lips where love, passion…
I lay awake Thoughts of times past The sound of your footsteps pacing The sanctuary of hot coffee Silver of…
My mother loses the tip of her nose to melanoma. She loses her last sweetheart Art when his daughter forced…
Age has found me with a tube of red lipstick, a missing front tooth and a partial I had to…