I toil in the dreamtime like a night manager in a hotel without walls, catering to clientele – whose needs, so diverse, rattle the rows
Category: aging
Beauty Routine
Plump the lips pad the ass, pull abs in Push-up bras and false eyelash, botox, and brows Make us pretty much less witty – do
Of Wings
Winged things are meant to fly, like birds, and planes, and dragonflies… angels… I had dreams once – winged creatures who soared limitless skies… free…
Genetics
I search for father in this pain, recall limbs wrapped, liniment-lathered, how he cried out relief beyond reach judged his suffering as emotional – a
Calm Yourself, Woman
Circumstances shift – breath the fertile air – let dreams fly; expand embrace change – hope, now winged, an explorer bursting with possibility. I would
Penance
The idealist is annoyed, cannot forgive these flaws – how delight can melt into forgetfulness, exertion transform into immobility, the insistence that I have no
