I Wasn’t Born to Stand on the Sidewalk
August 9, 2013 § 12 Comments
“It’s like I get into a roller coaster, and sit there while it goes up and down and upside down and sometimes I get thrown out and I hit my head, but I crawl back in again and the moment I’m back in, « Read the rest of this entry »
A Crayon Named Scarlet
May 12, 2013 § 10 Comments
My heart is inoperative. There is only one cure. « Read the rest of this entry »
the warrior in her heart
April 12, 2013 § 17 Comments
She loved with a fierce brevity
one might expect from a mammal
—not a girl. « Read the rest of this entry »
Manhattan Love
March 1, 2013 § 26 Comments
The power, the play, the copy, the game
I’m the marketer of your heart
You gave cold hard copy
Pressed guarantee against fresh lips « Read the rest of this entry »
Manhattan Love
September 17, 2012 § 12 Comments
The power, the play, the copy, the game
I’m the marketer of your heart
You gave cold hard copy
Pressed guarantee against fresh lips
« Read the rest of this entry »
cayenne
April 11, 2012 § 5 Comments
Cayenne coffee slips down my throat, I am torn open, unabridged, hot and a bit crazy inside. This is the feeling which belongs to me, she has always been mine. She goes away sometimes and I begin to feel dead, abandoned and tired.
I can never tell if it’s the writing, the coffee, or the cayenne in the coffee, and it doesn’t even matter,
because I am back.
