• Holding Hands

    When they began
    They held hands
    They smiled
    They illuminated the sky

    Chairs were held
    Giggles slipped freely
    And the thought of
    What base is a good one for this date

    Time goes by
    Rings were bought
    Vows were said
    In laws glare rivaling Spoke on star trek at Dr. McCoy

    Every step in life taken
    It was with a…Read More

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    • There is a motion, a movement to everything, to life. It has a direction and it is forward, not backward. For love to last, it has to change as the people involved change and as the world around them change. I have found this is how love, or any relationship, evolves, strengthens and continues. It is fun to remember the way we were, but even more…Read More

  • Insidious

    I’m willing to sacrifice myself
    to prove the truth
    of my words
    of me

    are you willing to do the same?

    lies…
    in time…
    will be uncovered
    and everyone will see

    the scuttling
    ear to ear
    insidiously whispering
    it will be seen

    I have never changed

    eventually they’ll know
    and perhaps remember
    but it will be too…Read More

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    • I think that perhaps the question might be, do they have a conscious to listen to?? Often the conscious is suppressed by the ego of self, and thinking that self is the be all and end all of everything. Hell, it’s even written into the Constitution… ‘the pursuit of happiness’. My happiness versus your happiness. What an “insidious” way to live!!…Read More

      • The idea that one person’s “right or wrong” should apply to all is absolute arrogance. And the thought that disagreement on concept or friend choice should be cause for attack is insane. Differences are what we’re made of, it’s what makes us beautiful as a human ra e, and it’s our greatest strength…if we embrace them with love. To turn on others…Read More

  • The Louvre, the Funhouse, the Disco

    April 24th arrives
    already half‑forgotten,
    like a dream you try to hold
    but it keeps slipping
    through the fingers of your mind.

    It brings with it
    a fading memory
    of the main room
    of the Louvre…
    not the paintings,
    not the tourists,
    not the velvet ropes,
    but the room itself:
    its b…Read More

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  • Nativity of Loss
    (I will always love you, my heart.)

    I read a poem that evoked a tear
    a single, trembling drop
    that spun me backward,
    into shadows of what was
    and the ever-present numbness
    of could-have-beens.

    25 days to go…
    The air tastes different now,
    heavier with memory,
    as the earth tilts toward the same cold light
    year a…Read More

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  • MaryJane’s Last Dance

    It was day 23 of Poetry Month
    when you walked through the door,
    And I said,
    “Oh my, my. Oh hell yes”
    as my eyes landed on
    that party dress;
    thigh high red with
    a side slit stare, and
    I was pulled into your sway.
    MaryJane delights
    played in my mind,
    like how smoke and fog
    swirled in kaleidoscope air,
    and we be…Read More

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