The Dead Poet’s Case File

The Dead Poet’s Case File Ok, I admit it:I’m a sucker for anotherburned out poet’s epitaph,but I’m telling you – this isas close to confessionalas it gets around here. I’m warming to her –inclined to take her sidewhile she doublesas reality celeb by dayand muckraker by night –it’s a well devised ruseto throw us offContinue reading “The Dead Poet’s Case File”

Third Act

Third Act At a dawdling tempowe became this scant thing;drifting further from dayswhen clocks went unnoticed,dreaming in colour – far flung like hopeful fishing nets. We tore up the stars,revelled in dark stringsmoaning under night’s cover;their sad arabesques falling in madcap waves– drowning us in song. And your face turning slow;like Muddy Waters in mourning. ©️Continue reading “Third Act”

Flying Home

Flying Home We’re leaving this place;these kaleidoscope nights that burn in loud neonabove Times Square after dusk. Time can blur the lines,like hearts & fleshthat yearn for ways throughthe blare of yellow taxis;through a maze of noise,groping alone in the darkfor each other. Frazzled by waking hours,dragging feet with humidthoughts down broad avenues;our silence reverberatingContinue reading “Flying Home”

General’s Report

General’s Report I was just coming to gripswith the opening salvo, whena dubious timbre escaped herthroat. It set off the twitchy hair trigger, as electrodes in mybrain arrived with the artillery.Fortress walls clattered with themêlée of spiky syllables in flight. Her footsteps retreating jigtime down gossiping stairshad the last word—inflictingthe heavier damage by a longContinue reading “General’s Report”

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