…and I haven’t even showered yet!
…and I haven’t even showered yet!
They say big cities are melting pots
And it is true
But some cities are better chefs
has been simmering a long time
creating a depth of flavor
all it’s own
Just reflecting back on my lovely trip to Chicago a little over a year ago. 🙂
The prison door is wide open
your fear is the only warden
the purple dusk
and bruised toenail
sliver of moon.
are dark beasts
on the horizon
and I rode- I strode,
on my own two-feet
to the gallows,
the sad-sweet moment
of my undoing
its not magic
but something else
Like a first smile,
like a newly found element.
yes, something else entirely.
There is a face in the moon,
a dry, dead grinning thing
and it is this,
it is always this
I return to.
This poem is from my first book, Spectrum: Watercolored Words
he ordered himself another beer, smiling at the
pretty girls and shot glasses all in a row
outside the thunder roared and the sky split open
the old man looked at him with a knowing smile and said,
“Hope you brought your raincoats boy, its gonna be a wet night.”
We are not time travelers
I’m still waiting on Hawk to build that time machine
though he seems to have flown away from the blogosphere
so for now, we are confined to living in the now
changing the past is impossible
so can we try to start fresh moving forward?
can we leave past relationships behind us?
“Living is killing me,” he said.
in Jackson, Mississippi
in a shit brown ’69 Buick
in the driveway of my grandparent’s home
we sat silently
each for our own reasons
my mom sat in the front passenger’s seat waiting
clinging to the bouquet of flowers that somehow made it all ok
baby sister sat in the back seat beside me
quiet for once but only cause she didn’t know what was going on
dad sat seething in the driver’s seat
waiting for me to break the silence
to respond to their seemingly simple announcement and a question
They were getting back together
we were moving back home
and all he wanted to know was, “Isn’t that great, Melanie?”
They didn’t expect my shock, my hesitation
They didn’t know my horror or my ultimate resignation
that the brief respite had ended, as i should have know it would
when he repeated his question with that edge in his voice
I quickly mumbled “yeah”
but the damage had been done
“Don’t you love our daddy, girl?”
“I don’t believe you, guess you’re gonna have to prove it.”
Reclaiming my inner badass at 50
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