Seen & Heard

* Detaching from Diamond Street like two dots never joined by a line.

* At this point, I don't read things to be informed. I read things to be reminded.

The Q Bistro

“Let go of the oars, everything you want is downstream.” - Hicks

the wrath of love according to Shakespeare

'love is not love when you do not have to fight for it.'

a minor injury

Playing along rewards in blacks and blues.
Mostly purple hues.  Unexpected,
as always, it diffuses like ink
in a cup of water.  Settling down and drawing
attention to an already troubling bridge. 
Never symmetrical or sturdy. 
Often making my sunglasses buckle.
A leaning tower shifts.
But imagine now.  At this age. The very future
when my eyes work so hard to find
the details under street lights.
What he looks like in my periphery.
The desire lines.  I just can't go
through life feeling my way out
of the medicine cabinet.  I drop a pill
into the sink and down the drain she goes.
Ending up asleep with an ache
inside where the air is thin
and in spasms
it almost meets crimson.

The Madness of Men

I heard from three men in March and the search for meaning is on.  It takes three to get me drunk.  Death happens in threes.  Three is the magic number.  Each one unearthed the madness of wanting them entirely at different stages of my life.  They fearlessly made promises by professing illusions.  Talk about fear of commitment.  My exit strategy was sloppy, sad, and full of rage.  A typhoon crashing into a Beach Boys listening party.  Nothing is real when I'm stumbling, but Tom Collins was a boy once.  That's what I tell myself again and again and again.

what T.S.Eliot said

Woman Running

I run alone in Central Park sometimes 

In the sections where there are no street lamps in sight. 

Imagining that in a big city lives big eyes

Everywhere watching 

I couldn't possibly get swallowed by night.

In the dark corridors footsteps are muted by dirt

And in the breeze I trip over rocks I didn't see 

Falling for a long time until I've scraped a knee 

Maybe it's my mouth that bleeds.

I think about what it feels like to lay underneath. 

Why I didn't check my fingernails

Clean them out in a hot shower before crying myself to sleep.

to really know something