dappled fog drifts,between feetcrunching on the sand;like a twining catin search of an early supper,or treat from my shirt pocket. street lights peer,between houses,sinking in the soil;like a peeping tom,in search of a tender sight,or unexpected late night treat. laughing waves wiggle,between drift logs,grinding in the sand;like a hyper child,in
Poetry
I have been writing poetry since the 2nd grade. Why stop now?
Poetry
Caviar and Crackers
Salt taste,rippling across my tongue,rolling black pebblesbursting at the edgesymbolic lifeto slake my thirsty palettelong drafts of femininityat its’ sourcereduced to here and nowencased in the soft tangslipped between my lipsand then the cracker,bitten…hard! ml’00
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A Mixtape of Memories
There comes a time,when Jack Daniels,road runs,watching the dawnrise over Mt. Tolmie,being sillyin Hyde Parkand Hurricane Floydon a Hyannis beach,gives weighto ibuprofen,comfy shoes,and playing fetchwith Friedabefore breakfast,when what mattersare friendsnear and far,past, presentand future,Where they are,what they are doing,are they happy,or needing a shoulder,or just in a box,on the shelf,waiting
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Apartment 2B
2 floors up,above the swirling littered dreams,I watched – eyes red.He came – shuffling, head down,gnarled bony hands hung loose,A ravaged fedora perched,on bleached white straw.I stepped outside myself and stared,feeling his age and pain.And for a moment forgot my own,began to smile,realizing as he passed,he was whistling… ml’98 (New
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Marionette Messages
Willow marionettes dancewaltzing on tender stringsslowly, to the lullabyof a river breeze.Gently she callssiren hidden from sightby an overhanging firdipping its tips in the eddy,mischievious lurefor a lurking trout.I stop and listena message in the windin a language beyond soundfelt and not heardpresent, future, distant pastkaleidoscope images streammaybe, yes, nevermorea