green glasses on a tuesday

your vinyl skin your plastic eyes you doll you the pads of my fingers fold softly beneath the puff of your high quality vinyl cheek my beer soaked rough lined lips fold around the curve of your bow mouth and your forgiveness keeps me while your Barbie love surrounds me and i am yours

Coming of Age in the City of Angels

Once I cried but now I don’t. Once I hurt But now I won’t. Time I gave But now I take. Once I loved but now I hate. I told them no They call me bad. I told them yes They call me mad. Built a wall of stars So full of shame To keepContinue reading “Coming of Age in the City of Angels”

Adrian McKinty’s THE SUN IS GOD

Adrian McKinty’s THE SUN IS GOD I am a tremendous fan of Irish literature. To be fair, I am probably unusually obsessed with Irish murder mysteries. But I have to insist that it is not the Irishness of the stories as much as it is the quality of the writing. I have found a number ofContinue reading “Adrian McKinty’s THE SUN IS GOD”

Secrets and Lies

Secrets and Lies The Secret Place: A New Novel by Tana French- Discussion by Declan Burke Tana French is one of my favorite authors. Her stories are delicious and poetic and I’ve been looking forward to the next book for quite a while. For anyone who is interested in the genre and has not readContinue reading “Secrets and Lies”

Scissors

A laugh with the boys Ribs getting a poke A run round the place She can’t take a joke He always said He don’t like short hair Why the hell would she cut it She’s puttin on airs His words she keep saying do nothin’ but cut like a serrated scissors just tear up herContinue reading “Scissors”

Reaching for L

You are talking about science class and                                                                    I am watching the way your hair curves  past your chin without touching it.   You are talking about prom dresses and   I see the way your upper lip curls   seashell like over your teeth as you speak.  You are talking about boys, one boy,  and   I am watching the way your feet dance Continue reading “Reaching for L”

The Curse of Helena

When moonless night the wind does blow  And curls your fist into  its bow. When arrow sharp my name appears To  slice through flesh of both your ears. When Fire’s warmth  on bended knee  Begs couple your heart’s savage freeze, And you deny, but shed a tear In memory of lost love so dear. WhenContinue reading “The Curse of Helena”