In France I came across this sign: Provisional bar and occasional hotel. I wonder if this establishment accepts reservations?
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Harmony meters measure The moods rising Off the tarmacadam. Adults, in the swing of Bills, forget to smile. Less entertained by obligations In the local park, a Teen plays a keyboard Harvests raw blurred notes, hint Of a cool soundtrack. High harmony Readings encompass The radiant child. Echoes of lyrics dignify The sensual pitch ofContinue reading “Radiant Child”
Weekly Photo Challenge: Background | Neighborhood Art
In New York I photographed a man engulfed by spray paint.
How can I accomplish my dreams? The hands on my clock are at loggerheads. If when walking on the Avenue Of The Future, I should happen to encounter a fortune teller who tells me: “You will mend your luck when you turn back the clock.” Will I deposit my gratitude in the honesty box? OrContinue reading “Honesty Box”
Weekly Photo Challenge: Escape | Broken Shell
In my left hand I am holding a broken shell. In the foreground the figure of a man is a blur. What is his purpose? Why is he unclear? Is he looking for escape routes above the moving sea? Am I beside him?
When Lady Serenity saw me, she swerved. Her detour a reminder not to dwell on anxiety. I want to absorb the tempo of my female hero. Go with her on a journey. We’ll decide. Fill a syrup-colored packing case with maps loosely packed. Plan our getaway on the backs of envelopes. Take me with you. “LiveContinue reading “Lady Serenity”
Moon People on Mother’s Day
In honor of Mother’s Day in America — and for new friends and followers of my blog I want to take this opportunity to re-publish a piece of writing I did when I was 12 years old! I give thanks to my mother and father for giving me a room with a view in whichContinue reading “Moon People on Mother’s Day”
Weekly Photo Challenge: Pattern | Neglect
The subject of this week’s photo challenge is patterns. In a new post specifically created for this challenge, share a picture which means PATTERN to you! The exterior of a house in Sierra Leone, West Africa. My heart is drawn to the pattern of neglect, the pattern of deterioration.
Tall and Medium Tales
Where was I before the mercury rose? The day so dry all I can do is get naked on wet sheets and dive into a book of fairytales called Floating Down The Sea of Ears. Tall and medium tales about proteans (shapeshifters) like Leonardo Da Vinci whose career took many shapes such as he wasContinue reading “Tall and Medium Tales”
Head In The Clouds
When I was growing up my mother would say to me: “Child of mine you have your head in the clouds.” When I grew older I discovered that folks who write poetry are in the minority. I’m half afraid to write poetry for you who never read it much and I’m left laboring with theContinue reading “Head In The Clouds”