A Thousand Whys

In summer they were rock, a picture poured of woman wanting, but men are lazy, could drive me to ask a thousand why’s Is it her play? & will these drunks blow through or licker? (Friday is magnetic poetry.  The Oracle provided me with a little pun there at the end.)

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Adult Child

So my luck – father’s favourite child, me, no boy for him… he drinks – thousand morning scold – knows I respect, make peace and, you’d think protect them star – wishing god was there, us together, working it. (Friday is Magnet Poetry online.)

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Gains and Losses

The mistress, meticulously groomed glows a sun-kissed bronze shimmery invitation, promising seductive sensations of pleasure and release. The husband, tense, overworked, emotionally overwrought heeds the call like a sailor following the lure of sirens. The flirtation begins in innocence, he sips from her splendour at a party, tastes her bittersweetness and feels himself losing all […]

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In-just-ice

Be done short patience, chores!  I need libation (preferably organic) – not that I’m dependent I’m just a bit anxious, could use a boost of fun, imbibing makes me less mechanical, loosens edges none of that hard stuff, a little nip will do, keep the dream alive – feeling a little lame here, seems my […]

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Four Voices

At the age of four, I moved with my family into a new house that my father had built, on the outskirts of town.  The day of our move my mother disappeared, and left to my own devices, I defied my father’s rules about staying out of certain parts of the house and discovered secret […]

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Fall from Grace

The proverbial can has exploded – transparency of our deceit now lies like swarms of glass snakes writhing at our feet – litany of hissing truths. Bent on keeping innocence alive, I strategically attempt avoidance, point to wealth, abundance, nurture focus – the onslaught continues. Slivers of slime, maggot-like hoards mobilize – a sea of […]

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Ocean’s Legacy

My father’s eyes were the ocean, hypnotizing, alluring, and I desired to know their depth, their mysteries, certain that true love dwelt there. Volcanic was his temperament, a constant fiery, churning nature, that both awed and frightened – danger always lurking: precarious. He was the mountain, and we; his offspring cowering in his shadows, smothered […]

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Commanding Love

“Come sit down beside me,” my father pats the floor commanding my presence as he would a dog.  I hesitate.  The glass in his hand tilts dangerously, threatening to spill the amber contents, and his voice slurs slightly.  A dangerous scenario. “Have I told you lately that I love you?”  He reaches a hand out […]

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Distinguishing Past from Present

My father had a habit of tilting his glass in such a way as to indicate that it needed refilling.  He would perform this ritual without saying a word, but the accompanying look would speak volumes:  I am the Master here, and you are to do my bidding. I hated it, and I fought against […]

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