Posted in Poetry

somebody’s fool

body is changing
to form yours
blood-laced gloves
back pockets torn

MacBeth fooled once
me twice more

submissive love
chains around this heart
your knife slices
kinky through my life

Posted in Musings, Photography, Poetry

musing on over

She is not crazy. She is a Pisces.

Being a self-proclaimed writer/painter has its casualties. You become lost to foreign worlds and your only escape is reality.

So i have grown to know a few of my blog followers more intimately. And i am honored they have come into my life and shared tidbits of soul with me. And i have shared too. A tad bit.

I have never vigorously pursued horoscopes but recently a few people shared their signs and i must say i am captured. Scorpio and Pisces are my two favorite signs. And being a Pisces i relate to both of them well.

Love is an illusion, platonic friend. Stay a while and rumble through my head.

I have a series of these photos. I love looking at them for hours. Getting lost in the movement. The changing shapes mimic me, day by day. Often hour by hour. I can feel the caress as they wind their way past my eyes and settle where they may.

What do you see?

Posted in Poetry

Choose

there is a sense

that exists beyond

our vision

and while it rarely

makes itself known

the impassioned

can fathom both

pleasure and pain;

the game is to choose wisely.

Posted in Poetry

The Poetry Society of New York

I contributed a line… immersed are a few favorites. Do have a favorite? I wonder if it is mine.

New people are welcome to join in on Facebook. Like them and then get ready to collaborate with fellow poets. A lot like Mad Libs! 🤗<<<
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