L.A.
My second hometown, not born there, just lived there many years. I know the streets, hills, signs, landmarks. A lot of struggle
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Poetic Prose
Poetic Prose – subcategory of the Main Poetry category on Angie’s Diary | Online Magazine.
The Bloom Of Youth
We’ll strike out for adventure, we’ll wrap ourselves up in destiny. Feel the wind in your hair and desire in your veins.
Cufflinks
They were Huckleberry Hound cufflinks, one of my favorite cartoon characters. I wore them to church one Sunday.
Memory
My memory begins with water in my nose. It is the earliest thing I can remember. Lake Champlain in Vermont, I am one and half years old in my little bathing suit. My parents are on their way across the country, my dad has a job waiting for him in Renton, WA at a large […]
Another Time
It was another time, long ago and far away, but I still remember the feeling in the air—hope. I was just a kid, a little kid, but you could sense the optimism
The Age of Innocence – Gone Forever
I am the age of the wind, bent like the top of a costal pine tree, young as the flowers of spring, shaped like the clouds on a blustery morn
I Love The Rain
I love the rain on a dreary day. A beautiful day sowed by turbulent, gray sky blasting wild breezes that whip around with drenching downpours
which soak through the core echoing my mood
Nothing Was Real
I drank Modigliani that morning with my eyes, greedily
To the last drop of his brushes caught in the frame of my past
I was thinking of you …
Generations of Women
A kick here and there for my mom, my daughters and me, rivalry inscribed from birth to grave, our mouths disengaging our brains. Sweet kisses turning into salty tears, do as I say not as I do! Silent wars, screaming hostility, with pods revolting and roots diving deep for refuge. Galileo painting our minds with […]
Color the Earth
The season unreels with an air of majesty and mystery, measured by God’s celestial clock