I found an ace of spades
And fixed it firmly on a spike
It functioned well
Bejeweled my hell
But left its pointed scar behind
-me
Painting: Ace of Spades, by Jimi Gleason
Misfortune
•July 16, 2019 • Leave a CommentCarnival Barker
•July 15, 2019 • 1 CommentThey made memories
During our marriage
About which now
They reminisce
A smile too wide
The tale was rigged
The very definition
Of carnival-dissonance
Contortion-making
Frayed ticket taking
My history has become
A hall of funhouse mirrors
Shifting floors
And nowhere stairs
With their reflection
Everywhere
-me
Image: abandoned vintage funhouse ride, photographer unknown
unstable haiku
•July 14, 2019 • Leave a Commentthis day begins un
stable begging for a rest
less undertaking
-me
painting: I’m unstable therefore I’m existing, by SoJung Kim
un temps
•July 13, 2019 • Leave a CommentA pale heavy
Nothing
Wraps around me
Like age
Or a stale summer
Evening
Only the quick stab
Of a biting
Gnat
And the tickle
Of a tear
Dropped soft
And traveling
-me
Painting: No. 869, by Louise Robert
To React…?
•June 6, 2019 • Leave a CommentSome moments are mosquitoes
When such stillness marries blood loss
Or worse yet deadly disease
Quick nuisance carries consequence
Pinprick itch or pathogen
again
What is our cost for silent peace
-me
Painting: Mosquito, by RenisGallery on Etsy
No matter where I look
•April 26, 2019 • Leave a CommentA ghost photo seared
In my visual field
By the glare of the sun
A solar-shot floating
Blotting and roaming
So to is this love
A clear outline fading
Dark pinpricks remain
The damage is done
-me
Painting: Afterimage, by Lance Bifoss
As
•April 18, 2019 • Leave a CommentAshes burn
In a western sky
It is magic hour
And a full moon
She rises
-me
Photography by Bruce Stambaugh
A Death
•April 16, 2019 • Leave a CommentI lived once
Unashamed
Until he threatened
Not to stay
I took on shame
And quiet days
With hope he wouldn’t
Go away
I made those lists
Of all the ways
My living loud
Had made him pay
Amends
That’s what they say
And yet
He’s with her anyway
So I lost years
And I lost spine
And I lost courage
And my pride
And I lost trust
And yes t(he)y lied
But even more
I bear the blame
I died the day
I lived ashamed
-me
Painting: Ashamed by Birth Petersen
Voices
•April 11, 2019 • Leave a CommentSince when
Did I let men
Become
The voices in
My brain
Again
I am shamed
I have betrayed
Myself
Blocked my own
Way
Within
So it is time
Once more to see
Beneath
This skull
And meaty memory
What remains
Only revealed
If I can
Brave
A new lobotomy
-me?
Photography: Blood by laura-makabresku on deviantart.com
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