A poem from Magdalene Aubergine... They say that we teach people how to treat us. I was reading about the poet ee cummings, that when he started out, his style was so individual, unique, unusual, that it was often questioned, and ridiculed. The biographer stated that ee cummings taught his readers how to read him,… Continue reading Consideration
I was looking at some photos from a few years ago for a post I'm thinking about and a couple of things caught my attention. The first thing is that I didn't really care for this photo of me at the time, but now, I think it isn't so awful and can see that in… Continue reading Point of View
It’s Me, Pearl. An Ode to Janis Joplin It’s never me, it’s you, except that it’s always me, it has never not been me, it has never not been some glaring inadequacy of me, when at my best, it was me, unintentionally, making everyone else feel bad, about whatever they weren’t, because my own inadequacies… Continue reading It’s Me, Pearl.
Some of my favorite fall foliage pictures from years gone by.
From the outside looking in, former beauty queen Loralee Montgomery has everything she ever dreamed of, a sprawling Texas ranch, two grown kids, and a wealthy husband. But when greed sinks its clutches deep into the soul of a man, there's no telling what he might do to keep what is his or… Continue reading Loralee, Available on Amazon
Yesterday I read an article that I stumbled onto put forth by Vanity Fair, about how Disney is killing off the Fairy Tale romance genre that it helped to create. ( You can read that here.) We've seen things trending in this direction for a while with more of a focus on some of the… Continue reading The Importance of the Classic Fairy Tale
Oh the things I dare not share, my want to tell you of, A longing in my heart, such is this love, Poetically accursed though it might be, I wonder is your longing such for me.
Unlimited You know what a woman wants? A badass son of a bitch who can make the trip and still treat her like the most precious being on the planet. A man who’s really a gentleman, even if sometimes she doesn’t act like much of a lady. She wants a proper rescue. She wants gallantry… Continue reading Unlimited
They want the words. You want the words. I stay up all night, many nights, and don't much care, who knows it. Chasing things down, or drinking tea, looking for songs to put me into some kind of state of mind, the soundtrack for the life in my head. The soundtrack… Continue reading Teller of Stories.
The wanting of words let loose, wrapped around and back again, trailing into one another, not poetry but poetically realistic, to say, my toes are cold, I want to wear your socks, lay down next to you, feel your palm cool against this fever. Agony, wanting to be with you, in love, every day,… Continue reading Love Letters.
Waking… May 10, 1994 The sweet smell of honeysuckle rested on an evening breeze outside the open window. Looking down the driveway to the street, in the dim glow of the footlights, I could almost see it. There was something dangerously familiar about it all. My head swam a little as I took a… Continue reading Honeysuckle.
How does one endure such distance? Is it true that you have grown to hate me? How would I know otherwise? As I am left with no more than the memory of a kiss so torturous it burns my very soul. Am I no more to thee than is a ball of string unto… Continue reading A Tangent to Hamlet.