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Note Left on the Bedpost

Note Left on the Bedpost

Note Left on the Bedpost  For My Ordinary Icarus By Lynne Thompson   From more than my balcony, you leap—patchouli in air, hymn like a wheel, a fiction turned hurricane on an atoll. You are ever-young, hair slicked from your temples. You are color and no color and a pyre and more harming than harmed. [...]

Love Constitute

Love Constitute

  Love Constitute (serves 2) 1/4 pound Basic Lust 1/3 cup Infatuation 5-6 chunks of Total Joy Equal pinch of Want & Need 6 heaping tablespoons of Unrealistic Expectations Essence of Blind Devotion Layers of Denial Sprinkling of Fairy Dust (optional) Add each ingredient sequentially. Mix thoroughly. Cover and let rise in a heated environment. [...]

Into the Bay Forever

Into the Bay Forever

If you lean just a bit, from the balcony on the bay you can see the water. I like the view 100 feet outward – the reflection of palm trees, the boats with their sails, and, later, the light from the moon streaming like a bridge not quite to where we stand. Oh let’s say [...]

Untitled

Untitled

Lend your breath to my chest—not the still-born words, but gravity, and transparency of what peace may come. Like a name or—if not that—the last syllable or utterance of a name: an instance I can sense and, locked-in-deep, maybe be open eyes against my hair in your teeth-clenched.  ~~~ Copyright © “Untitled” by Dain Fedora [...]

Through the Looking Glass

Through the Looking Glass

Twenty-four hours after surgery and it’s time now for me to clean and dress for the first time, in my home and on my own, the wound bequeathed to the back of my left ear. I stand before the bathroom mirror affixed to the medicine cabinet above the faux porcelain sink and stare. My bespectacled [...]

The Sun Also Rises

The Sun Also Rises

The sun, that morning, after the plagues, after the warthogs ran thundering across the earth, after D.C. was nothing but garbage heaps like those in Mumbai, the sun arose ever so slightly and like a giant eyelid, half shut, wrinkled, an old man’s eyelid, lidded, witness to centuries of events beyond this era of Wars [...]

Via de Guadalupe/South of the Border

Via de Guadalupe/South of the Border

He appeared inside a blink   walked out of the vineyard sun at his back   elbowed a space in my eyes   curiosity took hold   breeze whistled softly silence expectant his outfit beige linen suit   white shirt no collar white mexican cowboy hat   band that matched caramel suede vest   brown leather satchel tilted shoulder feet in leather [...]

Peace

Peace

The make-shift battleground campsite lies in eerie silence. The Man of Action has left the field and The Cautious Dreamer surveys the scene, still stunned. Beside the skeleton of their excruciating collision and accidental intimacy are scattered the detritus of good intentions, blind mistakes and opportunities lost. Well, nothing left to do now but bury [...]

No Way Out

No Way Out

It’s easy to mistake the sound of church bells for the palpitating heart-knell. Or, a hammer driving nails into boards over windows. Just ask an old man back home from the hospital… If no one’s left to write about it’s best to wait in a dark room, listen to silence until you become silent yourself. [...]

Wordless Warrior

Wordless Warrior

Fighting was her calling card one she proudly claimed tough   dare on two feet foul mouth  gestures sweet 16 smile detoured eyes hunt for prey flash don’t mess with me Why do you fight? silence averted eyes head down squirms Why do you fight? age-old voice surprisingly soft ‘Cause I don’t know what words to [...]

Maude Woods - Opening October 22nd in Pasadena

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