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She had a dark temperament all mixed up in a 60’s sort of ‘have a cocktail in the middle of the day” sort of way that always left you feeling like you just weren’t the wife she would have picked for him. Her house always appeared remarkably tidy on the surface, but the mind fuck would always happened when no one was looking, in the dark spaces that lie just under what was visible to the human eye. He bopped in from school one day, flung his books on his bed, and found his best pet hamster missin… Continue

They all wear the uniform of immeasurable talent, tired jeans, old jackets, and the fatigue of practice, perseverance and worn patience. They channel the music into a smoke filled time machine that beckons everyone to follow them to a place where their bliss thrives -reminding us to slow down and come back once in a while for a visit. Collective amnesia, it seems, makes us all forget in the flurry of finances, faltering, frailty and fright, that our souls are meant to sing along in the song of t… Continue

Sixteen candles mark the year of a first real love and betrayal; belly rounding way earlier than dreamed. Our poetry could not overcome the shame my mom felt when love took form. A love child snatched away in the chaos of fear by one who denied protection while her warrior slept. The briefly known, but never forgotten, soul still rides in front of the hips that guarded her, I’m told. The aching hollow is the spiritual portal; the boys came through flooding love immeasurable. The hollow continues… Continue