Did you really run into a monster on your path, or just a mirror?
Creativity Journal
Lackluster
In the dark, glitter is nothing but sand.
Well lit
A school library is the brightest beacon of youthful hope.
A public library is the brightest beacon of community hope.
A local library is the brightest beacon of global hope.
Weather reports 2023
PHOENIX, ARIZONA
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JULY 19
july the nineteenth
overnight low temp
of ninety-seven degrees
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OCTOBER 19
october nineteenth
one hundred and three degrees
climate change is hoax
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NOVEMBER 6
day before winter
ninety-three degrees
summer-autumn in phoenix
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NOVEMBER 8
dear gods of weather —
will it ever rain again
in bone-dry phoenix?
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NOVEMBER 14
now a week into winter
high: eighty-eight F degrees
that’s not fahrenheit
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NOVEMBER 18
i begged & pleaded
for rain but now bemoaning
winter mosquitoes
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DECEMBER 6
really, december:
high of eighty-two degrees?
oh no you didn’t!
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DECEMBER 21
on midwinter day
seventy-seven degrees
a sunburned solstice
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Once upon a thyme
Desserts are the fairy tales of dining — a happily-ever-after to supper.
Hear & Now
Music echoes rhythms of the universe
Music is audible time
Music is past meets present
Our heartbeats are the drums of life
We dance to life, not music
Asymmetrical kisses
Asymmetrical kisses,
the sexiest yearning —
one lip on nostalgia, the
other, love yet earning
Cracked
her head was cracked —
not tragically, just poetically
it’s how the poems got in —
and out
Elementary
May you live long enough
to let your life return to
the pleasures of simplicity
—Terri Guillemets
Tempus insaniam
Please someone tell me—
am I actually demented,
or just well-fermented?
Fragmental
all my poems are starts
they begin but never end
yet do they abandon me
or do i abandon them?
Morning lover
I don’t party at night with alcohol. I party hard in the morning with coffee and oatmeal.
Vein
i bleed words,
ink drops, and
poetry merges —
blackish-crimson
autobiography