I Am a Lithium Atom Always on the verge of instability, unreliability my isotopes embrace energetically although it is with low bindability. No wonder I can’t keep a man forever. They hover around me like my electrons hitching a fast ride to the furthest flight out. They play the shell game with my unstable heart.... Continue Reading →
No. 1* Online Dating at 60? She watches the javelina’s nose breathe against the glass puffs of steam like cotton batting as if the black snouted beast had every intention of staying through sunrise right there beside her abelia. Her ballerina legs tendu with just a trace of leftover length, of grace like pink tights... Continue Reading →
1-20-20 I cannot escape who I am, or forget -- Patti Griffin A best friend of mine completed 60 never-done-before things the year she turned 60. It was a pretty cool celebration. She didn't do 60 amazing bucket list things like climbing mountain peaks or deep sea diving or forging raging rivers. Instead, she ordered... Continue Reading →
I Can Only Bake Bread for him so I will warm the kitchen perfectly for proofing like old lovers who know the best place for rising. I will wear my red sundress in my humid kitchen it fits as if I was a girl hungry and wild baking bread. Remember? I will sift the flour... Continue Reading →
Only One Place Not in our bed on a cool morning where I watched the gentle rise of your chest slow and in time to the dreams you never remembered where you always asked for mine could recall each one and match it to a crease on my face or curve of my hip Not... Continue Reading →
Every kiss adventure begins with one kiss. The first one. First kisses, as in the first time you kiss a person whom you have never kissed, as in a kiss kiss--not a grandma’s peck or baby’s burble, although those are pretty wonderful--but the first kiss with your crush. First kiss with your date. Your... Continue Reading →
Poetry Month, Poem A Day, No. 23 The Poet and the Pilot a sonnet for Richard V I cannot talk myself out of loving you, no matter how hard I try, and I do. You say, between kisses and games of cribbage, “An unlikely pairing;” I think “Kismet.” You argue straight-faced with... Continue Reading →
Poetry Month, Poem A Day, Poem Nos 18, 19, 20, and 21 Scavenger’s Daughter Their marriage was like a scavenger’s daughter, each day the pressure greater, doubling her heartache. She was broken, her ears bled. He said he’d let up. It was just that he hated his boss, job, dog, car, kids, the mayor. As... Continue Reading →
One kiss, I was down stories grow like cloudy dawn sun breaks through like truth via Daily Prompt: Faint image dead horse ranch state park by http://themartinsamericanadventure.com/?page_id=624
It's Bridget's birthday today. So for her, I'll post something different. The opening of a short story: "Fold and Gish," a coming of age tale. Not about youth getting older, but older folks becoming alone. It's a look at the empty nest. I wrote this long before I had one, an empty nest that is,... Continue Reading →
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