Pretty Little Things
Broken bits of sand dollars wrapped over macrame—mention this to your mother, why don’t you? Not everything that glitters is gold. Not everything that rusts is silver. And not everyone wants, either.
Jane said, and I’ve never seen a man like that. Who knew what came next? In their Pentecostal romance, too much is left to the last half. This is slipshod resolution and nobody’s buying the ending.
Notes on the Bathroom Mirror
Needless to say… they’re private.
Through a Glass, Grimly
There’s this feeling I have that when they finally tell me to walk that gangplank, false friends behind me, lapping, shark-infested waters beneath… I’ll be relieved.
My and I Only
Nobody says that anymore you cheat and he knew the whole time— I had a thought but too too much gets lost in translation.
Can’t help myself. Born too late on a Sunday I guess, or too early in the week with a summer-sun gypsy soul and violet skirts for dancing.
Calling out the old-fashioned way to my way to your way— this not being the best idea in a house of dusty moldings, rotten pillars and a front door that won’t shut tightly.
May It Be - A Titanic Story →
Again with the self-promotion. Shameless.
With Flowers in my Hair
I just want to live quietly and make quiet wishes. But when I sleep and when I dream, you visit and bring electric guitars and beat poetry, sunshine daisy dandelions and passionate kisses. You bastard.
Green House Special Effects
Warm my soul, you sweet carbon-based lover, you scented oil of crude six-note perfume. I gave my faith over to you and expect a kick ass show for the price I’m paying…
This Boy I Know
He plucks those guitar strings and my heartstrings with equally nimble fingers.
There isn’t one of us without our Achilles’ heel and yours is men,...– From “Falling For a Dancer”