
Scarlet Words
I sit down to write and as I feel the onyx pen in my hand, my mind drifts off to days when the world was in love. The gentle way men bowed to women and everyone dripped poetry from their … Continue reading Scarlet Words
I sit down to write and as I feel the onyx pen in my hand, my mind drifts off to days when the world was in love. The gentle way men bowed to women and everyone dripped poetry from their … Continue reading Scarlet Words
Admonished girl curled on the ground Longing to say something of consequence She wonders if reality exists While wrapped in a cloak of silt The aftertaste of grief lingers on her tongue Laughing at the myth of entropy invented by a sadist. Broken … Continue reading Forlorn Soul
Danseuse ajustant sa bretelle, 1895-96, Edgar Degas She dances across the stage of the forgotten theater. Dusty chandeliers and drapes laced with cobwebs surround her. Ancient floorboards creak as she sweeps over them, her feet design pictures in the dirt. … Continue reading Ballerinas Eulogy
“I don’t even know what I am doing anymore….” she whispered as her head hung down. Looking around her home, it was dark. It had been days before she had realized they shut her electricity off. As her stomach making … Continue reading Dear Diary
“How wonderful life is, now you’re in the world……” I love singing that song especially now. The words use to be just something I sang in the show each night, but now with him in my life it takes on real meaning. I sing it to him. Tonight was another successful show, although I couldn’t find him in he audience. Silly man probably ran late and couldn’t make it to his regular seat that I always have reserved just for him. He probably got so caught up writing a beautiful story or poem for me that he lost track of … Continue reading and She Waits…Come What May
No rosemary for me, I was no Ophelia. Just a sneeze, a wheeze and a shiver of cold as I lie on the bathroom floor. One thought repeated…shouldn’t have eaten his fortune cookie. Continue reading One Man’s Fortune
Go ahead and crack my ribs apart at the sternum. Then reach beneath my bleached bones to dip your fingers in my crimson veins. I laugh with insecurities and wonder if you feel that we are of the same blood. … Continue reading Trust