Love is an avocado,tough leather skinprotecting from hurt,pain and griefonce we piercegentlyleather turnsto soft fleshsweet and smilingnurturing our belief,a warmth clinginglike a mother’s armsaround the stonethat holds our hopesand dreams,but wait too longthe leatherhardensand fruit insidepast its’ best before date. ml’24
Poetry
I have been writing poetry since the 2nd grade. Why stop now?
Poetry
Do Dead People Get Hungry?
Do dead people get hungry?Is there McDonalds at the Gates?Greasy french fries and thick burgers,to drool on at our fate. Is there Dominoes delivery?hot and ready down in Hell?Uber-eats or Skip the Dishes,An app to punch for what they sell? Or is it all dietetic and healthy?lots of greens and
Poetry
Star-tipped
China white blossomsstar-tipped by a passing showerwave silent hello to a passing dogoblivious traveller searching for snacksleft behind by privileged millennialsexchanged for avocado toastcareful not to drip on designer jeanswhile tik-tok watches.Blossoms swirl pell-mellin a sudden gustsniffed by a passing dogthen left for a corner of avocado toaststar-tipped by a
Poetry
Play It Loud
play it loud – crank it,let it speak out – higher, higher.play it hard – vibrate the mouse off my desk… …faster, faster altecs hum – louder,rattle the blinds – one more time.let it flow – inside,outside of you – and listen.can you hear voices?singing for you – boogaloo?Want to
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The Sound of Starlight
The sound of starlighttwinklinglike the keysof my Father’s pianoreflected in the flickerred glow of a hurricaneperched above his smilecasting shadowsfrom his chinto my ears50 years afterI last walkedthe salty shaleand sat silentlisteningin the dark and windwrapped tightin the blanketof my memories. ml’24 My Father lived a simple life wrapped around
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Cherry Picked Salvation
Cherry picked salvationtablet from the mountin piecesshredded verse by verseand inspectedlike the bonesof a dead chickenin the marketon Saturday nightthe message lostin the shatteringone by oneof neighbours caughtin the malevolenceof cherry pickingbefore the sermonSunday morning. ml’24 (I followed a thread on the amazing Janis Ian’s Facebook page where one lost