The bottom line is Scary Smart Chicks (SSC) should not be expected to go through life sober.
In the ghostly voices of Catholic grandparents…
She listens, she lingers, what a luxury to be heard!
I am getting used to the body shape reflected back at me from the bathroom mirrors. She resembles my mom, all Venus of Willendorf-ey.
yoked to my own ambition
It’s just a Christmas tree, just some goofy colorful ornaments stockings on hooks Santas on stands These tall doors don’t accommodate wreaths Just a couple sparkly outdoor ornaments Just a little printed message carved out and painted silver Just a sparkly J and an O and a Y to greet the oh-so-occasional visitors But itContinue reading “Joy at the door”
This is my room now. I need to empty it. All those words in all those diaries and all those stories like refrigerator magnets and puzzles they break apart like un-diagrammable sentences Crowding the room with random utterances Piling up like walls of word matter newspaper strips coated in wheat paste, clinging to this balloonContinue reading “This is my room now”
Heavy ham fisted sleight of hand Asked to unsee the visible See the unseen The vapid magician elicits oohs and aahs from the willfully ignorant Governance is a tawdry sham Over-coiffed Under-principled He is stealing you blind And you lap it up in the darkness and hear only lies. Prestidigitation Nation It’s ripe, pick it.Continue reading “The Vapid Magician”
Carrying you in my pocket means You need to scooch over to make room for my chilled hand. Worry beads, rosaries, pebbles and jade have all made way. Like a stone in my pocket, you soothe. Like a stone in my shoe, you impede. Like a stone in my kidey, you hurt. Like a stoneContinue reading “Carrying You in my Pocket – a poem”