When your grandmother decided for care and comfort and laid a string of pearls across an ocean it’s open depths yawning the unknown a depth you could not follow So you said your prayers beneath cerulean heavens and bribed the Norse god of independence to gather the shards of your broken soul After a while, … Continue reading
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In July
In mid-July the heat reverberates makes the thought of comfort dull my footprints trail the thick blades of St. Augustine grass the smell of Confederate Jasmine heady and heavy Around the porch corner I’ll meet your memory framed by spilling trumpet vines caressing the painful ecstasy of slow loss These summer paths the trajectory of … Continue reading
Tea Party
Pardon me, princess let’s have tea hand me the teacup a tasty dribble of drink together, let’s brew tea dark and potent with a touch of peach and passion fruit bottoms up and a toast perhaps looking beyond the poison stamped upon the bottom of the delicate china vessel Continue reading
Charms of the Ice Princess
The Ice Princess gazed into the swirling night from a castle sprawling like iced marble upon the frozen tundra on blocks of frozen crystal she drummed her diamond nails sprinkles of ice shining in her luscious hair aquamarine eyes framed by brows of golden thread knitted into thoughts in the middle of a swirling blizzard … Continue reading
Thursday’s Greed – Pt. 1
Adele Louise Martin was lounging in her parlor on a 1950s green sofa that she fondly called, “the divan” that stretched out like a long chartreuse lily pad where she now wiggled her toes and tried not to think of the pesky issue with her gums. She tossed her copy of Southern Living onto the … Continue reading
The Art Teacher
The Art Teacher has left town in her shiny Mini Cooper, starlight blue headed into the city She has abandoned the art lab the student spilled watercolor trays the stiff paint brushes and half colored birds drying in the air Now escaped she is in full bloom skirting the fringes of a Renoir painting Around … Continue reading
Feathered Angel
In a pool of liquid gold evening melts on the horizon a feathered angel swims into the fading light amidst the soft rustle of fall leaves and the gentle flow of melodic water in beautiful torment these waves of sound strike the last golden days now behind her She cranes her head Oh, Beautiful One … Continue reading
Departure
My mind drifts from the still life in landscape painted in oil breaking up the melancholy of cursed rooms to the center of the hospital bed as I stood next to my mother pressing my pulse to her’s willing her to live her life dispensing into my soul losing cherished moments running through my fingers … Continue reading
Ghostwriter
I say, let me be your ghostwriter as tragedy fills your eyes illuminated liaison has brought us here the Writer of Ghosts and the vagabond We inconceivably dream as mists float over souls and the soul-less and we veer toward the unseen I see that you have cut your heart on the edge of the … Continue reading