for a moment
“I’m liking this a lot,” she said.
“Me too,” he replied.
(she smiled)
for a moment, everything was right in the world
“I’m liking this a lot,” she said.
“Me too,” he replied.
(she smiled)
for a moment, everything was right in the world
a fire blazes in the city of my birth– we joke about the causal friction of our union (flint and tinder) your voice like chocolate and brandy liquid starshine soft. smooth. strong. (tinder) were you complicit with the fire? you still are with your lips like butter and soft whiskers (tinder) the hills are still…
“I know the way you can get When you have not had a drink of Love: Your face hardens, Your sweet muscles cramp. Children become concerned About a strange look that appears in your eyes Which even begins to worry your own mirror And nose. Squirrels and birds sense your sadness And call an important…
Whimsical Magic Today’s word comes from the gorgeous book, Dreaming My Animal Selves by Hélène Cardona which, incidentally I never would have found without the magic of the internet.  I’m so glad I did because it’s a glorious book of poetry.  The word I chose randomly is whimsical!  Yay! I am not sure whimsy ever got…
your three to my one the amber and the red twenty five cents and a vibrating tilt-a-whirl you spoke of carnivals and dark, dusty paths that lead to where we need to be (to peeking behind the boards where darts come towards our hearts) popcorn with truffle oil meaningless meetings and Hoffa screwing and killing…
flow like a meandering conversation with a stranger
I think this little entry was one of all-time favorite mini-collages. Art-making makes me happy.