Drip drip drip from my heart throbbing pulsing coursing through from main arteries to capillaries each cell saturated mitochondria blazing as the walls are breached with the elixir of you.
image link The poetry form, Etheree, consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Get creative and write an Etheree with more than one verse, but follow suit with an… Continue reading Day 9 — Love Bird
Today's offering is loosely, very loosely, based on the Word of the Day. In the green years of a small life, a black hole opened up, and sucked her soul into it. She became Small Shadow. * Small Shadow saw the world in only the way a soulless being can. She longed for the… Continue reading The Legend of Little Green
* The ponds lie beyond the yard, beyond the fields, beyond thick brush between here and there. Each year the brush multiplies, ever more impassable, they seem ever farther away. This year the ponds were not seen, as the path leading to them has overgrown, and trees have fallen over it, from thunderstorms with sheer… Continue reading Day 1 — Surrender
image link If love was enough, I’d overlook your unwavering putdowns of others whose faces you smile into, million small cuts, relentless putdowns of me, non-dissuadable gaslighting, insistence for appeasement, unsatiable abyss of need and want for any and everything. If love was enough, I’d allow only your smile, laugh, kindness to animals, knowledge… Continue reading If Love was Enough
image link Heart crushed Went deep too fast Hyperbaric chamber Conjures a living past Cells tainted With the scent And smile of him Tears long gone Dry chambers Entombed Within the other Ghosts dangling Before blinded eyes Bones rattling On deaf ears Psyche’s burned imprint Limbic extinguishment A terminal contradiction the daily prompt --… Continue reading Hyperbaric
image linkimage link Years ago a friend of mine gave me a mix tape with this song on it. It tells a burning love story that has no end. The kind of love that usually crashes and burns. One day in 2006 I met my "young James". 'Tis true, my heart did thump at remembering… Continue reading 1952 Vincent Black Lightning
photo taken 10/25/14 at Gilmore Car Museum "Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart.… Continue reading You have to love