Hidden promises buried in the devouring darkness
that now blankets the soft fragile seeds
of tomorrow’s dreams

Memory wounds wrapped in soft encasements
meant to protect my mind from
the solo act of
writing

Sentences that start to rise towards the heavenly
skies and into the orange pink blue
because somehow I knew
the sky lives

forever

Her Two Cents

There’s something beautifully comforting and peaceful about the orange jellyfish in turquoise water image that Brooklyn poet Lee Taylor uses in many of his missed connections poems. Is it the pleasant memory of weightlessness and warmth enveloping the body that relaxes our nervous system? The sensation of gradually sinking into water, when experienced without fear, can create a peaceful state unlike any other…

We’ve packed up the crock pot and stock pot
along with our nightly meals of
red swedish candy fish
flavored dreams

We’re using only homeopathic medication
meditation and masturbation to soothe
our tight tired

muscles

Thank you for all your kind letters
and support over the

years

We’ve left a note attached to the refrigerator
affixed with a magnet, in case you
need to get in

touch

We’re off to a place where every table
has a bottle of hot

sauce

If you can handle it use it, a few
shakes will take you

places

 

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Her Two Cents

Here’s a thought for the weekend: if you were to leave your home forever, where would you go and what would you take along? Would you leave a note? Who would it be for? What would it say? Just because you leave a place forever doesn’t mean you wouldn’t want to remember and be remembered somehow, someway.