“You bitch, and what do you think you’ve been living off all these years? Heh? Your little Choo-Choo shoes, your little Chanel numbers, your shopping sprees at the finest? What ...
When the air-raid siren went off she wrapped her daughter into a blanket and took her down to the shelter. It had become a well-rehearsed ritual over the years, performed ...
As Pat approached the old wooden building In Ghana, Africa. It was caved in by
Hugemongous rocks, there was dust all around and in minutes she was bellowing coughs, grasping for ...
Hoot hoot
The owl echoes
In the dark midnight hour, as I began to walk through the woods
With my bag pack and flashlight glimmering, bright like a car light
I heard a voice
“Ranny ...
I say goodbye to the other Daddies and call you over.
You were on the playing field. The sunlight devouring
every orifice on your red polka dot dress. A mess
as you toddle ...
“Maggie, love, that cat of yours has just been sick again.”
I hurried out of the kitchen, where I’d been about to make a pot of tea to find Carl, my ...
Writers want to avoid frittering away time chewing cud without producing much except cow pies. Good writing requires focus.
But, the creative process can fly you to the moon. It's wonderful ...
About twenty years ago I married the most kind, caring, wonderful woman who to me has ever walked this planet. At that inspirational moment in time I inherited an already ...
I don’t want to be locked up
I want to explore
Explore the streets, observe the architectural designs
Create my words beyond anyone’s imagination
Write poems that are out of space
Bring joy and humbleness ...
Our tale begins with a sweet crème brulee,
served at the Duke of Nice’s birthday.
For the Duke did adore feasts and great celebrations,
he oft hosted gatherings of friends and relations.
Betrothed to ...
In the pretty village of Swatham Prior,
we begin our tale of romance and desire.
‘Twas a summer’s night at the local inn,
there was drinking of mead and a terrible din,
When entered ...
Parallel lines like train tracks
Will never meet
Yet, we met at a junction.
You pressed the lights and I, impatient
Went to go. I saw a break and made to run.
You held me ...
The hollow sighs relief with darkness’ touch
where silent eyes can see yet not perceive.
Fanciful fruits flourish though all too much
A melancholy tune: A choking heave.
The soils are starved as light ...
I believe the saying goes; ‘as graceful as a Gazelle,’ but having never seen one live, I cannot vouch for the authenticity of that. I will, however, accept its truism. ...
There, in the slurry of shadows.
Bulging imminence. To pick a shape from the grey
is to peck out the eyes of the blind.
Perched atop the tower, yesterday flags behind
the slow motion ...
I keep him on his iron toes
I keep that magnetic heart beating.
I watch him
from a distance
the paper's favourite,
the playboy millionaire.
It's Bethany he takes to bed.
It's Bethany who plays with
his weapons ...
I'm Mrs. Superman.
Mrs. C Kent.
That bird, that plane in the sky,
that's my man.
But the bird stopped flying long ago
and all I have left
is this band of gold
glistening on my bony ...
My Brucie is now a ticking time bomb
he's Dr. Jekyll
and I'm always waiting for Mr. Hyde.
If the subway is late
or the Yankees lose
my Brucie's blood bubbles,
his heart beats out of ...
Poison
All I wanted was to live
with my greens and oranges and reds
I'm the Devil's berries
plucked for murder.
I'll make you delirious
my little walking dream.
My doll eyes,
just take one glance.
My voice like ...
When I was about seven or eight years of age, a boy, some three or four years older than I and much bigger, snatched my prized ‘Davy Crockett’ hat from ...
“When a man dies, he deserves a send off,” Uncle Jim declared over the phone.
Of course he does. I knew that. What I couldn’t figure out was why it ...
'Oh wad some power the Giftie gie us,To see oursel as ithers see us.'
Robert Burns.
Come minstrels, come singers, come revellers all,
Come drinkers, come diners, come dancers, stand tall,
Come ...
You said to wait. So I did, but that waiting was torturous and hard. Holding hands and stolen kisses were all I had to remember, and how I remembered. Now ...
