Hey Siri, what’s passive-aggressive?

"Is everything all right?” You ask, hoping for a yes, or maybe not. Reality is created on the letters spoken, and the spaces of the ones I think are true. And while I’m so busy assuming, I can’t possibly tell you, the worlds of words that live inside my head too.  And from another place,... Continue Reading →

What? The Ducking Duck

“I’ve painted so many lies” As woe begets my pen (Oh my....is that.... a typo?)   The neglect of a V A carat addition ^ Or auto-correction Underscoring the need for  This somber reflection    What is the meaning of life and love?   The nurture of ducks Vs The nature of Fu’s   (Where... Continue Reading →

Cleanup in Aisle 7

I keep looking for the way Instead of living the way You can’t swim in a textbook But can’t some words fan a flame?   In truth, these words are limited It’s gone like a whisper What makes sense one second Goes out in the next breath   It’s like catching a greased pig in... Continue Reading →

Dopesniffers!

Be Yourself! But not too yourself Because you must Make everyone Else Happy Too   There’s nothing worse Living the curse Being the one Everyone dislikes Cause  It’s You   You put on the face In digital grace Ignore yourself For a thumbprint In  Blue   If you’re lucky Maybe your life Is better For... Continue Reading →

Because I’m all about the Bass

A perfect key to a lock I didn’t know was there A note unwritten brought lightbulbs To darkness long buried in crumpled sheets Then, at my lowest, My lungs became wings Soaring on melody My mind always in verse The harmony coming Only with the bass In tones I have written Thought I fell from... Continue Reading →

The Underlying Theme

I’m not a Rush fan - I know I am the worst form of life. I appreciate the mastery of them, and I get a lot of people love them. My husband, especially. Neil Peart is one of his idols. I just read on here that he is an author too, so I hopped on... Continue Reading →

Sterilize

Sterilize Sterile smiles, virile lies I’m getting better, my soul has died It is an illness It is insane It is my heaven It is my grave They say it’s catching Like I’m a cough They say I’m crazy I say, so what? Starry eyes, eerie cries Into the heavens I have soared I’ve danced... Continue Reading →

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