Three years ago, I was convinced that the perfect time for me to be born was the late 1950s, in America, where my parents were probably friends with Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, and William S Boroughs. I wanted to be a daughter of the Beats, and grow up and go to college in the 70s, … Continue reading I’m sorry but I am not into Golden Age Thinking.
My frazzled brain in a knot Overburdened by daily life shenanigans Your long fingers impatient Try to get me into frugal conversations We're like sunrise and sunset And the beautiful shadows behind the trees Never one without the other But never once together Your obdurance impertinent to my soul A fluttering heartbeat, and an impatient … Continue reading Cliché
The crescent moon shines bright in the night sky; starlight on the other side- poetic perfection. The cold wind blows right into the half open tainted glass blowing the scarf that I wear loosely around my neck. I've always been fond of the passenger seat where I am presently seated. There's a soft cushion, planted … Continue reading Phases of Us