The second hand sweeps.
My pulse thrums like summer rain;
one beat skips for you.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
Haiku Monday: Adventure
Tangle-trailed dead-ends.
Primal shrieks and steamed silence.
Jungle of your heart.
Here is what the haiku monday judge (moi) said about my haiku. It's so spectacular, I have to post it:
FLEUR: For Fleur, our resident Kate Bush of Haiku in High Heels, love is a battlefield. A stranger in an open car. A gas. An eventual pain in the ass. And boy, don't Pat Benetar and Debbie Harry wished they'd written "primal shrieks and steamed silence?" I know I do.
Thank you, Moi!
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Haiku Monday: Death
Guillotine whistles.
Copper curls burnished with blood,
lips pale like moonrise.
At open mic night
I tell tales of match.com.
No one cracks a smile.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Halloween
When my mother got this picture, she responded with, "I don't know what to say!" The men at the Greek diner in my building didn't recognize us when we went to show them our costumes. My friend (above) said, "they thought we were hookers!" I found this flattering, actually, because they see us every day after the gym, and we look awful.
My Imaginary Cat
If I had a cat, I would want this kind of cat. I would name her/him "Jinx" after Jinx Falkenberg, who was an early TV talk show hostess. There are pictures of her on the wall downstairs outside the high-end consignment store in my apartment building. She once interviewed the woman who started this store (called Encore.) One time, I saw a Louis Vuitton handbag there for $475 (gently used.) Not having a job, I didn't think I should spend that money. I still don't have a job--and if I had bought it, at least I'd have a LV bag!
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