On the bus, I sawyou, across from meexercising your'right' to be a stranger-our personalities & public transport are on uneven terms, sowe start a game of darts;you throw me your eyes, only to have them thrown backit's called 'bullseye' because this dance- of near misses & stolen glancemakes us guilty of red in shared blushes (& horns in my pants)stranger, there will come a time you arrest me- for revokingyour 'right' to remain strange& your permit to bulldoze my heart.
The Shoes Not Taken (A Parody)Two roads (sort of) diverged(well, there's no fork orjunction, per se- it's asingle lane that's justconfusing)Neither suited to barefeet -one is cobbled with boredom -the other littered by obscenity(perhaps I should haveworn shoes before I leftthe house)
In The Night Time. I kiss infinityHer lips are full Of empty They're not chains Or pitied shelter For lost angels The stars Are our song Swept away
Falling In Love.Glaciers of nitroglycerinStampede in an inchAnd crush the bass drumIn my rhythmic organs.This creeping volley;An ethereal blanket-Like an armless embraceWith a black hole.Melancholy waterOut-pours reflectionAnd cinnamon liliesOf such uncertainty.Descending like honeyInto that warm abyss.
Recycled. Apparently dumpsters Warm to you (Only at 3am when they're full of emptied bottles) Put my junk in there? I was going to but- I just... recycled. It's full of garbage anyway.
2013The Mayans were right- our world ended in 2012Apocalypse; Automation InformationThey all leadTo excessive Masturbation And isolationSee Freud chuckle In his graveAnd past clergymen Pound their fists In the heavens
The Only Moment We Were Aloneblackbird girl:there is a sickness in my bones& every lineevery canned dreamwritten indismal terms thatsomedaythe undercurrentof our claustrophobiawill take me to the placesthat only the clouds can dream ofthat I will never reach(your irises werea universein a polka-dota face I once thoughttook me heretook me home)
Issue 2 of MDF, Duotrope, Features!PUBLISHED!So of recent, I've had the good fortune to be featured in four online literary journals right here! I am pleased as punch and feel extremely blessed to have this good fortune, and thought I would share it here with you.ThickJam, experiential-experimental literature, Angoor Press LLC and The Literary Yard.NEWS ABOUT MODERN DAY FAIRYTALESHello everyone!So exciting news all around, Modern Day Fairytales is now officially Duotrope listed and I am so overwhelmed with the wonderful submissions I have been getting both from there and o
Long Overdue: A Lit FeatureSand by SycamoreSea Madness. by Delta565 Psychosis by SoundlessWhispers She is by tirasunil Into The Marshes by frizzymissizzy selfaware by gliitchlord Bitterness is Passion Painted Green by indigoXD9 love of a psychopath by ShrinkingShoreLines autumn by rigor-samsa 6 Lies To Tell Yourself If Shipwrecked by Vigilo Jazz by AMWeitz You've Endured So Many Storms That You Became One by PeppermintPictures , by brokengod--veins 2 liners by silvernium This Nightmare Screams Lunacy by atlantic-lungs Streetlights by FlickeringCandle The Bloomers by 1nkl1ng The Ragged March by Loftydreams101 Nemesis of Macrocosm by ttbloodlusttt Sinking Stones by miserabel The Point by SubjugatedSandwich Dance with the Dead by ithaswhatitisnt equinox by ejectionletter poetry for non-poets by psithurisms the fall. by ocean-whispers calypso by Hildetann
Mermaid's DreamSwimming in an endless sea,Living under the water so free,Light above, Darkness below,Where it started, no one knows.Searching as I transcend,Willing to comprehend,What more could there be,Other than the endless sea.Is there another world above?It's inhabitants able to love?What would I give,To find a way to live,Out of the sea,If only it could be.I know not of that world,Its stories untold,beckoning me closer,Like a song from it's composer.Do I stay or do I swim?Lose some scales and gain more skin?Should I leave what I know behind,And seek out a brighter sky?
Love?"Do you love me?""Not today."
hypocrite[but you wear a mask, too]
CourageThe moment. The ledge. The leap.
AloneThis time, night shelters only one.
RudolphAll the other reindeer were suckups.
Susan regrets becoming a lawyer"Sue.""Yes?""No, sue!""Not again…"
mia culpa, mia miasmaI'm still counting chromosomes and odd numbersstill playing hopscotch over the symmetryof your shoulder blades, your whispersskipping 'cross the seventy percent waterthe one forty proof rum, still runningrunning sheepuntil we can sleep,we,that thing they called relationshipsomething common, like countingrocks at the bottom of a wishing well.I am slipping through, sliding intoa seamless cervix, and she's servingthroat lozenges in the mean time,mean time and mean countryserving time in this union, this marriage,they served cough and coffeeheld the Capricorn, held up the registerheld the infant to the sagging bosom of Hollywood and serfdom and surplusas the nagging empress struts her new clothingon the turnpikes of Mulholland Drive.can you feel the elasticity of time as sleep approachesas the veal spills over red royal carpetlike tumbleweed's of lamb chops rolling 'roundRockefeller's city center.so shed dead skinand skim the film of old moneysee my t
The Bonds We Build and BreakThere’s really something specialBetween you and him.Something you can’t touchAnd something you can’t so easily see.It’s a feeling,An intense and cliché tidal wave.It’s the searing pain of the pancake burnsAnd the deafening reverberations of the car fire,The instinctive, mammalian protectivenessOf when he used himself as a bufferBetween you and the toxic blaze.When he catches your eye across the room,He doesn’t need to smile at you,Because he knows you’re already feeling better.He lifts you up to the stratosphereWhere you can hardly breathe.But it’s okay, because you’re breathless at the sight of him anyway.Or in thePof pof pof snrrrik whooop whoooosh clrrrakk hnnng ptooh!Of the fight he waged to protect you.When his knuckles swelled to twice their sizeAnd his knees painted the asphalt burgundy,His eyes still shined as he pounded defeat into the bricksAnd raised victory high above his head for everyone, and you