Chairs French street performer
Seen today in Florida. Continue reading Chairs French street performer
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Double Roads Blues
Listening to blues on Monday Continue reading Double Roads Blues
Mud and Tongue Action
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Squirrely house wine at home watching Jeopardy (a poem)
Make a big glass of wine The pleasant teaching words of an honest sommelier Every day chances, glances Are quiet And easy – but so what? That’s why they seem mundane, crappy Every and every day, but today, yes today House wine at home, grime Bill Murray and Groundhog Day The alarm sings a song Scratches out the morning, discord It’s the same words Same … Continue reading Squirrely house wine at home watching Jeopardy (a poem)
Dancing Mondays aren’t for me (a poem)
Dancing Mondays They aren’t for me, they pop and glow and throw up fitness classes in Orange and lime yoga pants Not that I sleep the day away Just I’m the commute, the rider in the flash, the sweat through brooks brothers shirts And loafers doused in morning grass dew. Come Monday take the morning and I’ll take mid day onward. -MS Continue reading Dancing Mondays aren’t for me (a poem)
Breakfast eggs and a hungover companion (poem)
Mmmmmm breakfast eggs Stomach is not awake Too much alcohol, well not that bad for me Enough that I can be the packhorse for the early fare But my companion can’t move from the poisonous conconctions of shots and rain and sun and summer Anyway I will eat there and she will stay home and I’ll sleep later After the potatoes and ketchup And coffee … Continue reading Breakfast eggs and a hungover companion (poem)
Backpacks and Underwear and Hair Seen from Behind (A Poem)
Foggy sepia swoosh swoosh hair Backpacks and underwear, bikes – morning vans Await their passengers And blurred observers cross their arms and stare Behind poles at bus stops And watch The spectacle As it passes their corner of their town. But by then you are gone at speed Underwear and backpacks and hair Seen from behind. -MS Continue reading Backpacks and Underwear and Hair Seen from Behind (A Poem)
Palm Beach Morning
Near the tennis courts. Continue reading Palm Beach Morning
On the Dangers of Early Writing Critiques 6
(A short story continued)
Her name was Mary. At least that is what I remember. It has been a few years. Over time the tattoos on her back became familiar to me. Those down her arms were traced by the tips of my fingers.
“Make love to me, gently,” She said.
“Sure, let’s do it,” I grunted and pulled down the sheets.
“You are so crass. There is not much in what you say any more is there?” She pulled up the sheets again and looked with wide eyes out onto the frosted grass.
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