Don’t you go judging a book by its cover or Life may go judging a boy by his appearance

I lied. I tried. I cannot say goodbye.     by Karen Sullivan Form: Palinode (The recanting of Poem #23 “Farewell”)    

Zhubbah da-bibba da-bibba da boo Punky da-wunky za-bubby da zmoo Can translate this language? Dis message for you!

It rained today Knocked the dust right of the sky Turned it up to ‘HiDef’ digital quality Turkish tile blue Polished and fluffed the clouds like big feather pillows. Filtered the air to crisp clean sweet Like it traveled through fragrant spring meadows Dancing with…

Walking along the shore on summer Sunday afternoons, collecting rocks and shells, cooling our feet, you and I. I always wanted to walk behind you to fit my feet into your footprints before the waves came to take them away. My heart was always afraid…

The wind howled in the background Like a coyote tea kettle Begging for the attention of it’s attending swine   He descended the stairs, his hooves thudding    And stirred the pot once more

(To be performed in the slightly nasal, up-beat style of a FOH speech before a theatre show.) Good evening, ladies and gentlemen Or rather, YOU, sir, You wickedly handsome devil, And welcome to this evening’s love song. For your enjoyment And before the performance begins,…

White and wiggly And full of goo   Maggots are baby flies Feeding on rotting Flesh pie   First on the scene When an animal dies; Breathes through the same hole Where it poos   White and wiggly And full of goo

A special kind of love for you and me A special type of togetherness one cannot see It wraps us tenderly in its web And holds us gently in its cocoon. Its hands are spread like fine gold softly keeping us in its fold Like…

The water pours over my head, I breathe it in The hardness assures me that I am a  nun now And no one will question that I am pure   Written in the 5am hour but late posting!! Netflix ate my Internet connection and I…