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…
Category: remembrance
Merman
image link I’m reclining on an air chaise that has soft arms with an attached table with drink holder and small cooler, in the middle of the pool. In the holder sits a chilled globed glass with orange pineapple juice with grapefruit Stoli over cranberry juice rocks. It is Summer, with a clear sky overhead,…
Acknowledgment
image link that goes to youtube video this is from We’d been driving north for a few hours, loosely along Lake Michigan, but only catching glimpses of it through dense trees. We were headed to Traverse City, where the magnificence of the combination of forest, hills, vineyards, and water makes for nature in complete splendor. …
Cosmic Music
image link Cerebral Grooves, niches, Spaces; the arena for Synaptic sparking of axons and dendrites into threads Called memories. Consider: Each electric thread Twangs distinctly. Visual Aural Gustatory Somatosensational Olfactory Sixth sensual, And many other* Aspects; Yet together, The threads Build a tone, unique In time And space. Repetition in other Times and spaces Build…
The Story Remains the Same — parental unit analysis
Today’s prompt got me thinking about what I’ve learned from my parents. It’s a ponderance I’ve had over the years that what’s been learned is a mixed bag. Parental attributes are a double-edged sword, a yin and yang, if you will. I have no idea whether this can be considered poetry or not, but the…
“1952 Vincent Black Lightning,” by Richard Thompson
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…
Recreated Reborn
Egg dances with sperm; a clump of cells grows into a babyme.Babyme is born and leaves the hospital, with daddy and mommy, just married.Daddy works at the factory; mommy cooks and cleans,changes diapers, feeds and cares for babyme.Birthdays come and birthdays go.Lots of pictures taken and lots of presents given. Littlegirlme now,Chubby legs, running, exploring…
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