RT S4

Do We not Speak of Love + Lines Crossed

Do We Not Speak of Love when felled passion lies petrified on forest floor?   a vortex of anguished voices falls silent upon absent ears   wind will carry what cannot be heard   love was never meant to be spoken   second piece: I've written about...

love song #1

love song #1 love wafts in smoke-like & pungent it fills my scorched chest with the briars of hope pricking carmine droplets that fill my drifting eyes that hard throbbing heart pumping love from my sleeves stutters out a lament, shudders, is seized by a great...

The ’80s, Baby — X at the Keystone

(So busy this month --  here is a brief flash)   Her gin and tonics kept landing on the concrete dance floor at the Keystone, the hottest spot for Stanford undergrads in Palo Alto. The cigarette perched between her shocking, metallic pink lips competed with the...

The Dying Decade, and Beyond – BG. 8.16.23

Death behind closed doors, out of sight, lost to conversation, unacknowledged, all with its brutality, that’s the ‘80’s. To hell with Raygun & his holier than thou crowd, their ‘Just say’ Go away. No connection to reality in this Hollywood re-make, and never look...

Abandon – Amy’s August Post (second attempt)

Abandon Odette stood before Seb just as she had all those months ago. The same. Utterly different. This time, her back was straight, her gaze unflinching, her arms full of the things he’d thrust onto her: a baby boy, two little black cauldrons, and the promise of a...

Abandon – Amy’s August Piece

I, too, "steal" to write stories. Inspired by a story told to me a couple of weeks ago...   Abandon Odette stood before Seb just as she had all those months ago. The same. Utterly different. This time, her back was straight, her gaze unflinching, her arms full of...

Do We not Speak of Love + Lines Crossed

Do We Not Speak of Love when felled passion lies petrified on forest floor?   a vortex of anguished voices falls silent upon absent ears   wind will carry what cannot be heard   love was never meant to be spoken   second piece: I've written about...

love song #1

love song #1 love wafts in smoke-like & pungent it fills my scorched chest with the briars of hope pricking carmine droplets that fill my drifting eyes that hard throbbing heart pumping love from my sleeves stutters out a lament, shudders, is seized by a great...

The ’80s, Baby — X at the Keystone

(So busy this month --  here is a brief flash)   Her gin and tonics kept landing on the concrete dance floor at the Keystone, the hottest spot for Stanford undergrads in Palo Alto. The cigarette perched between her shocking, metallic pink lips competed with the...

The Dying Decade, and Beyond – BG. 8.16.23

Death behind closed doors, out of sight, lost to conversation, unacknowledged, all with its brutality, that’s the ‘80’s. To hell with Raygun & his holier than thou crowd, their ‘Just say’ Go away. No connection to reality in this Hollywood re-make, and never look...

Abandon – Amy’s August Post (second attempt)

Abandon Odette stood before Seb just as she had all those months ago. The same. Utterly different. This time, her back was straight, her gaze unflinching, her arms full of the things he’d thrust onto her: a baby boy, two little black cauldrons, and the promise of a...

Abandon – Amy’s August Piece

I, too, "steal" to write stories. Inspired by a story told to me a couple of weeks ago...   Abandon Odette stood before Seb just as she had all those months ago. The same. Utterly different. This time, her back was straight, her gaze unflinching, her arms full of...

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