Category: Entertainment
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Hallow’s Eve
I am a box of crayons.My little brother is a dinosaur.My older brother, Jason, is a spider.My dad is probably a Native American.My mom is Minnie Mouse.We’re probably handing out the best treats in the city.Water bottles stuffed with candy.The sixteen-piece.The doubles.Dark chocolate.Nougat. It’s snowing.We’re wearing long sleeves because our costumes don’t conceal us enough.No…
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Meet a Girl at a Bar
You meet a girl at a bar. Here’s how it goes. You came for the gig straight after work because that’s your deal. You work, listen to some music, sleep, repeat. Sometimes you don’t eat but you do your three albums a day like musician does practice. So you go to the gig. Alone. Like…
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that kiss was mine
That kiss was niceI had a dreamI felt the touchWhose lips on mine?Methought, benignYour lips I felt… on mineAnd I was loved by you at lastBeloved, bedeared by you at least…And glad I was,I thought of thee…How sure I was it real to be!´Twas not a crime:That kiss was mine!
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Flowers Beauty
A Flower Blooms, despite its surroundings. With its Stem of Thorns With it’s Roots of Competition. Beauty usurps its surroundings The less to match it, The more to grasp it. We are Human We are blooming. We don’t have to Kill to be beautiful We don’t have to Till the ground to be beautiful. We…
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Lass-scorned
Alas! my lass was hubris-hurtAnd forth she went,Away she turned:“And ne´er e´er see me moAnd shun ye me,Far, thither be!”A crime, it seemed, had I performedAnd clogged her ear from all my talk.She scorned my heart,Its swell and naught.The haughty lookAnd way I walkedWas spelled to nilAnd killed in thought:“I curse at thee,Hurl ye from…
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Choose
Two paths to takeWhich do you choosethe one that everyone saysis right for you. It leads straighttrue, to security, where you neverworry about clothes or food. A homeyou will surely have three bedrooms andtwo baths. Spend your time commuting, lost timeBut what does it do to your heart, your soul? Do you wantthe life others…
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Reach
One must have a mind of winterto grow old. I refuse. My mind isof sunshine and laughter, fantasyand fate. I reach for the unknownthough my body aches. My soulflies with my dreams, still to berealized. I listen not to those thatsay, why, aren’t you too old.I reach for the unknownthough my hair is turning grey.it…
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Victuals Voyeurism
Watching a fellow shopper in the grocery store checkout aisle is a revelation of their palate and a hint of their health. I’m certain anthropologists have studied this communal phenomenon, the perusal of a fellow shopper’s victuals—you know, rubbernecking to see what the person in front of you is buying—because it’s a sociological foible we…
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A CRITIQUE OF SONNETS
Shakespeare, you’re your own jester, or a poor counselor. Love bends constantly, or it snaps like sugar in the canebrake, bows each day in these marshy thickets domesticated by decree, springing tensile, erasing from memory all the stray words, slights to that fragile and faulty soldered daily repair that improves each day the grievances it…
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NO ATTORNEY, JUDGE, OR JURY NEEDED
I never heard of herI never met her in my lifeShe’s confusing me with someone elseI was never ever in that hotel/city/countryShe is not my typeShe is lyingFlat-out lyingShe has a historyOf prostitutionThis is nothing but extortionShe is after my moneyThis is all a sick jokeAnd besidesShe is not my type
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The Porchlight
Being mortal, death stalks us like a silent shadow during the day and rests under our beds at night. Like a lamb sleeping with a freshly fed lion, we become acclimated to the beast’s mercy. As years pass, doom becomes uneasy and hungers for us. There are critical epiphanies, before death finally feasts upon our…
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Ardent Spirit
This afternoon I’ll help my friend’s dog dieA malamute, husky, shepherd mix she named Sky.I met him first in the high desert 10 years agoHis shift from stray to pet was rocky and slow.He jumped the fence to roam the brushChasing jackrabbits under stars’ milky hush.Dogs who run every moment risk deathBut those who do,…