It’s open link night at dVerse! The piece below recounts the actual events of a day at St. James Elementary School in Arlington Heights, IL. 1966, or so. I flunked a phonics test and Sister Eleanor is scowling like Satan: goose-stepping back and forth, spitting “God Hates You Brats.” She doesn’t know that God likes […]
Read More »
It’s Open Link Night at the dVerse Poets Pub! Star-crossed and in perpetual orbit: the Moon circling the Earth circling the Sun—your heart beating the rhythm of my soul. Enter the cruel eclipse: spouses, children! (yours, mine never ours). Still, this relentless and unchangeable love, our secret conflagration, longs to burn out loud.
It’s Open Link Night at the dVerse Poets Pub! Your lips move In sync with your hands, giving a voice to the words that live in your heart. You write them on the air (in permanent, invisible ink) and my heart can hear ~ So clearly ~ What my ears cannot.
It’s Open Link Night at the dVerse Poets Pub! Look at me and smile that smile; make my heart beat like velvet jackhammers again and whisper my name like it is holy. Feed the obsession.
It’s Open Link Night at the dVerse Poets Pub! Other women get flowers from their lovers. You bring me ice packs for my swollen, ugly face. I tell them I fell down the stairs. But there are no stairs leading anywhere except to the Abyss where love used to live. You said you wouldn’t hurt […]
Read More »
