Was the spider’s parlor draped with webs when the fly entered? Stupid fly. Even the idiot Tuffet had sense to run.
Category: Miscellaneous
18 Hurry Up, Tomorrow
Witnessing the Sunset with mixed emotions, theatrically sad Watching Fireflies after a little Rain shower, enviously amazed at their magical glow Mister Moon, a little too shy to come out but peeking still And not to be outdone, a gang of Stars radiating their own…
Sisters/ Friends
We were 12 when we met In the small classroom In the little country church And we became fast friends You were at my house Or I was at yours Every chance that our parents Would allow it I became part of your…
He Was People (Hour Eighteen)
He was people. He was a good boy. He started out As a ball of fluff Who fell asleep in my arms While we decided which ball of fluff to take home. “This one.” There was no choice. He was the loving one.
#18 0100 or so…
when only crickets and owls are singing a summer serenade, do you question why you are here, pen in hand struggling for the correct cadence, searching a thesaurus for just one more way to describe these hours of Stygian darkness? The 0100 train whistles to…
Corina
Corina My breath is caught by late winter wind, a deliberate expulsion of my lungs, to feel more like a smoker or a locomotive. Neither seem better though. I miss you more even when you’re across the table or across the room. I was executed…
Hour 17
Love Limerick I met a jazz drummer one day. We kissed and ate tofu satay. I thought that he knew my feelings were true, but Simon just threw me away.
tables
tables after Lisa Wamsley piled documents and unused candles on the table between us. can we adjust our eyesight towards each other like we do in the dark. father leans eyes to his goulash, one hand patient on napkin. my mother on the phone three…
Even though you left #16
I always loved you daddy even though you left us, while I was young, As I was growing up, I always got some what high strung, I would blame my lovely mother, for you not being around, For it was with her sister, where love…
Poem 15 – Shaunton’s Heart
A medical scare, Emotional disconnection From myself From my life From the goals I set for longevity, Uncomfortable discussions exchanged with my doctor. I didn’t want to believe it, I had to hear the truth. Choices, I had none. It was either live or die….