Succumb In the beginning, sex was not for me as it is for some. Violating hands broke my childhood body, leading a first lover to say that I was frigid, a cold and cruel beast roaming the world that could not enjoy its pleasures, a…
Category: Miscellaneous
House of Tarots (7th Hour)
An opaque full moon filled the indigo sky And the stars stood still with a glorious outcry Across the crystal lake Upon benches of wood and twigs The body of the King laid Upon oil infused hay and sticks An arrow of blazing light shot…
8 the inevitable poem about my dog
8. Rimbaud, Four Days Post Grooming Is it a crime not to care? Sometimes it is a crime not to care. After the grooming, Rimbaud is snarling, glazed-eyed, miserable. Wedges himself into the carrying case he used to avoid. Someone has hurt him? Of…
Prompt 8
You brought me sunshine when I only saw rain You brought me laughter when I only felt pain -Donna Donathan the best to come is when the world is attainable and I fall to my fears of only having the things I was unafraid…
“Eight – Saint Smart-Aleck and the Dragon”
” ‘ate ‘im up, ‘e did,” the storyteller said, ‘an spat ‘is bones out wicky-ticky tat. ‘e hewsed ‘is skin to line ‘is truckle bed, ‘is tongue to scrape ‘is toes there hon the mat. Hit goes to show youse, hwoman, man an’ buoy,…
Poem 8 – Morte Nobilis
‘Bent double, like old beggars under sacks’ DULCE ET DECORUM EST Wilfred Owen Morte Nobilis Establishment is as establishment was, bent, Control your freedoms and then tax you double, Liberties are privileges given like, Medals for surviving a war you did not choose, old, Lies…
Nail Salon Humor (6th Hour)
Much like beauty all things are beholden to one’s eye Words that are used to acquire the imagination of one’s wallet are usually lies Deluxe Pedicure This description rang out to me like visions of lotus flowers and foot massages of the ages Alas the…
Hour 8- a Golden Shovel and a nonet
This is both a golden shovel and a nonet a mere brush of your hand and I was gullible enough to think we were a pair, you and I the sweet remarks you made hid the bitter you— time to wake up stop messin’ with…
Winston Egglestone, Memphis Tennessee, early 1990s
Yes I made this tie myself out of a motel information card No I don’t want room service or a wake-up call
Poem 7 – A Lesson to Learn / Inside Out
‘A lesson to learn’, is what they tell me but what did I do to earn it I remember myself as a child with high energy, I wanted to win at everything and never quit A regrettable sense of faith let me to this story…