Sharon's hair (admit it. you don't know her name. sharon was your babysitter.) gleams like burnished bronze as she sits in a stream of March's best light. The scene inside the café reminds you of the time you stood nose to canvas with Bierstadt's California Spring (the interplay of sun and shade always has a sinister twinge, you feel.) Windows offer distorted views of sidewalks and shoes (no golden beam can save this city.) Sharon (not sharon) scratches her scalp just above the left ear and that totally alters your opinion of her.
03/07/2020
02/29/2020
Balletomane
And what does Gary know about Chica? Does he know she breaks into abandoned buildings, like the ramshackle dance academy two blocks west of the Chik'n & Biskit and does Martha Graham-esque chassé-and-swirls on the buckling oak as she dreams of her return to the sea? Oh but the dreams ... trees and screams and a doe-eyed girl with shoulder-length hair the color of Nescafé. Chica really did know that girl once. Talked to her pretty recently, actually. But the girl with coffee-dipped bangs still hangs around the old neighborhood, although we wouldn’t see her in line for a drumstick special at the C & B. Our Lady of the Forest doesn’t eat much anymore.
02/22/2020
Ladies Who Lunch
Mind the rafters! It's not riches this girl is after. An archetype wants to get inside your head. Live the qualities of The Modern Woman and rely on your own piece of mind / acre of light / what's wrong with always being right? You just may encounter that Mystery Figure you've always dreamed about staring back at you in the mirror. Well, my gut is my biggest body of work! Everybody takes a crack at that single pane of glass, but once the truth is captured it can be parsed according to taste. The body stepped aside to let the spirit begin the journey. Fertile, not futile. This message of the elemental feminine expresses relief, not grief. The joy of the unknown shows us how much we've grown, and there's more than one chance to stretch the moment out beyond eternity. This quest is put to the test each time you run toward the thing that scares you. Past mishaps weren't all that bad. They brought you to this tightrope, no? You are now free to move about the inviolate expanse. There's no better way to test the foundation you've made than to proceed heedlessly and leap before you've looked. Handcrafted delusions are yours for the taking. Limited editions! Collect all 365!
The G of Q disturbed of mind, is he. How can that be? The G of Q is a little bit you, a little bit me.
The gleam. In his eye. The good one. Chica said it was Gary's best feature. The good one. His right eye. Pale green and caught the sheen off everything. Like the Chik'n & Biskit's neon slogan emblazoned across the front window of every franchised location: 100% Up to Scratch!
Gary's pleated floral midi-skirt swirled about his calves as he swung open the chicken joint's off-plumb and fingerprint smeared glass door.
01/12/2020
The Cards We Draw
Darla came up with a magic number so she'd better have the courage to play it. It doesn't matter which end is up when it comes to her cups. A disruption is precisely what the Prairie View Drive-In Swap Meet needs. "Don't create a mess just to say you've accomplished something," Darla admonished Ort a lifetime ago. Inaction can be exactly the action one needs to take when a situation resembles a pile of scraps. "Apply force to an immovable object and you may just end up flat on your back counting the stars, Darla." Mr. Morton Abernathy knows how to stop a girl dead in her tracks. Depending from which side of the veil one hails, a clear intention is more versatile than that ounce of prevention. A weary mind and a body that's succumbed to the cold, or so we've been told. Darla's all discordance and irregularity at the moment; tired and wants to lie down. Wrap a blanky around that body and drift off into a parallel realm. To navigate a world where the head is clear and heart strong. This life is a marathon. What other wonders does Darla keep in her shadow box? An alternate version of her go-to magnolia pattern? Long division in the short term. Progress clouded over with doubt. The greatest riches are found in garbage-strewn ditches. Now that's faith by any measure (with or without a torch.) Under a scrap of midnight velvet she stands. Look up, reach out, use a light hand with the edits. First thoughts are lost through our need to find meaning. Esoteric questions can only receive ham-fisted answers while we reside within this Other World. We can show what we know, but our truth hides in comfort between the moment that's passed and tomorrow. Persist on this road that is built with each footfall. Directions to what's never unfolded before aren't much help as we roll through this intersection. It's the Self, what else? Your magic is your own, to heal or harm. Receive these gifts and pass them to the right. The basket Darla weaves catches the memories contained in each drop of her blood.
12/22/2019
Sui Generis
thirsty tresses teased into unspeakable shapes
frosted-tip stylization
tendrils of sombre ombré
and foreheads banged for business
ladies on high roam from stall to tent in search of the perfect 99 cent:
ladle
cradle
boat
compote
vest
bird nest
a gilded pear
antique lace
underwear
hearth and home and fear of being alone
surround oneself with an elf on a shelf
as knickknacks define our sense of self
11/17/2019
The Other Side of Fear
In the time it took for the blood to soak through the yellow V-neck, Micah was able to enjoy a satisfying drag off a Camel. The thumb and forefinger of Micah's non-ciggy-holding hand caressed the slip of notebook paper tucked inside the front pocket of his Levi's.
"Individuality. Absolute power and ability. Discipline. Individuality. Absolute power and ability. Discipline. Individuality. Absolute power and ability. Discipline." The cadence that escaped Micah's lips slowed his racing thoughts. He became less fidgety as he inhaled the sweet astringency of the cedars and firs that encircled him. This is what church was meant to be. The creature beneath his feet sighed in agreement.
She is your dreamcatcher and safety net. Her smile is the other side of the river once you've filled your lungs with her lesson. The target has been verified. That prize is now the only thing that can keep you alive in order to transform. Allow your discipline to spin hopelessly out of control so you know what she felt at the moment of initiation. What are you afraid of? The peace of mind that's always been your birthright? Your talents are only tarnished, not lost. Love is a vehicle to teach us to suffer without dying. The heart always knows what the soul fears to find. In the end, we all wind up wet behind the ears.
11/03/2019
Single-Threaded
Dreaming has returned along this sordid road. Everyone is running toward the right. Stand still to absorb the light. Might I imply that when you look up into the sky, staring back atchya are my beseeching eyes? Have it both ways. Watch your strengths atrophy as you make room in your life for artful distractions. Now there's a talent no one can take away! Such a good opportunity for you to be diffident. Why do you run toward cool indifference? I was willing to be your rusty anchor. There's still time to come away with me to that secluded world of which we once dreamed. There are only loved ones. Walk away from them and you sever the tether that keeps you upright. There is no inspiration like a flickering light on the far side of midnight.
Darla threads distractions like silver beads and creates a glistening ring around her world. The safe and sequestered space that allows Darla's mind to roam and body to serve as camouflage. High above it all Darla surveys her creations. Some spun from mud; others cobbled together with quick words and loose interpretations. A sputtered rebuff is no way to make a deal. Deflection is protection. Smile and peel off some ones when Darla asks if you'd like to see her embroidered disorder.
10/12/2019
09/28/2019
09/06/2019
Love is Rough
I informed Elinore that I trusted my gut more than some expert's opinion on how best to sell myself to the Cogs of Industry. She didn't believe me. All is right in the world if we choose to listen to the mysteries in the wind that sigh and cry. Soughing and cooing from on high to get us to heed the knowing in our hearts. I persist because progression is in my bones. Maybe I'm a throwback, but I keep comin' back. I only know how to dog paddle, but the inelegant splashing gets me from one end of The Universe to the other. Success is spotting a mess and then coming up with an exit plan. I do not want to be The Petrified Man to stand sentinel over complacency for all eternity. Struggle is what gets you a first class ticket to the stars. You need to look up to see where you've been.
Ah, Elinore. You peaked at 19, but you're still my queen. There was always a smack of schmaltz about you. And that's why I love you. Love is lovely and it made you lose your edge. Standing out on that ledge, what thoughts have now replaced the darkness? The dream is now rinse and repeat. It's difficult to call the attainment of respectability a defeat. But where is the hunger? The longing. The yearning. Has it all been replaced by a sizable yearly earning? You will always be a bit of rough sport to me, bon ami.
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