Disillusioned

How did this chasm,this canyon of liesbecome our normal? Facts, once the swordof intellect, redundant –we fight with hyperbole Voices raised, egos puffed –I long for calm, doubtwe have the wherewithalto bridge the divide. (Image my own)

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Discord

Does illness have a voice, and if so; is it melancholy, or dark and dank, divulging deepest despair, or revealing a vileness of nature? Discord creeps along my veins, disrupts muscles, systems failing under the oppression – “Stay strong,” friends counsel, cannot hear the gathering storm, feel the heaviness cloaking me. I am not myself, […]

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Checked Out

Every woman needs a man, Mother told her, to be complete. To submit, she realizes, too late soul traded for high-rise living, big city dreams numbing inner losses. She eats to appease inner sorrow – a second-rate childhood – afraid of being a burden, loathe to create a stir – conditioned complacency: appeasing, pleasing, follows plans, […]

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A Falling Out

Drunken bodies – silhouettes of adults – ignore posted warnings and locked gates – clumsily scale fences and plunge into dark, their hoots echoing between uniformly lined-up balconies – pristine rows of duplicate houses, trimmed beds and cement curbs punctuating order. I watch, horrified, feel the bile rise, have signed responsibility, will bear the brunt […]

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