playdate haiku
red lint in my hair
googleplex hours of talking
a bruise on my lip
Who’s more honest? The womanizer with a bottle of Jack and smoldering eyes or the guy in the corner privately judging him and feeling sorry for himself? I know which one I’d rather take home. Why? Because he lives out loud and isn’t blaming anyone for his troubles. We need to stop labeling people as…
Fallen by Delerium on Grooveshark Death, be my lover tonight caress me with your bony fingers tear out my heart. Death be my lover tonight kiss me with your vacant mouth touch my soul. Death be my lover tonight crack me open with your hollow embrace taste my innocence.
I lead a writing workshop at a local shelter for homeless women. I usually come prepared with prompts but this last Friday, I didn’t. I felt like being spontaneous. I picked up the supplies at the front desk and went to the activity room. One of the women asked for the green notebook to write…