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The Sorcerer’s Apprentice

The Sorcerer’s Apprentice

She couldn’t explain how they did it. The company’s projected stock value had once again soared way over thirty million dollars, and the outlook for 2014 was good. It was as if they’d found their fairy godmother and suddenly their every wish was granted. Only four years ago, they’d been a small family-owned health store [...]

Pasadena Sings to Me

Pasadena Sings to Me

Pasadena sings to me white rose petals that float exalted, fragrant, light as breath from the spires of stone mansions falling past the sweeping arches of cursed Colorado Bridge fluttering soft and thick as doves on all the blessed fallen ghosts the holy wraiths that hum in the wild arroyo The necromantic city of physics, [...]

What Would Leonard Cohen Do?

What Would Leonard Cohen Do?

We file into the zendo in a single file children on the first day of kindergarten discarding scarves and boots the air is snappy at 6:30 am a time of day I don’t ordinarily see but the spiritual requirements are rigorous on Mount Baldy. We are scared of the monk with his shaved head who [...]

Measuring God

Measuring God

Measuring God is taking a pint glass to the mighty ocean, filling it, and putting it on proud display in a landlocked town square. But, we don’t build town squares anymore. No, we build shopping centers with acres of parking lots for mini- vans and hybrids. God, I wish we still built town squares. On humanity’s [...]

Fullness of Days

Fullness of Days

I am old and full of days, and I know this because I get gift certificates in the mail, small bordered, blue; staccato messages to me approaching a distinctly marked age, as not like my twin’s age of 68 when her soul pierced the body’s shell and flew onward and upward, and when I had [...]

Dancing the Tunes

Dancing the Tunes

I am a woman of rich inner means, of hips which widen, and of feet which grown clumpier as the years go by. The word “dance” doesn’t call to me as it did in my younger years. At twelve, my twin Liz climbed out of a tree, swung into the back door of our twelve-room [...]

Homelessness

Homelessness

Homelessness looks like how I’m feeling about me. Sometimes homelessness looks like I’ve got it all together and know how to present the Diva in me to the world. Yes, a homeless woman can be a diva on a good day. Then, homelessness can feel and look like “Chicken Little” as in the tale of [...]

Fountain Avenue

Fountain Avenue

                Andalusia smells like saffron, stones, rosemary, and dirt. The gypsies reckon the devil lives in me and move to the other side of the square when I walk past. They make their living telling palm-carved fortunes. One binds your wrists, smiles square in your eyes, tell you [...]

Flying to Los Angeles

Flying to Los Angeles

              I am now old enough to understand the moon. We are the same type of creature, our own subtle gravity guilelessly manipulative. We reflect the Father’s light back upon creation so we may remain obscured and at least halfway in comfortable, classic black. Women slide so easily into [...]

Highlands

Highlands

This is a love poem because I was told last Thursday at a bar on 4th Street that there are only two things about which one can write: Sex and Death. Night plays tricks like low-cut Highland whiskey and great wings waiting in the fate for her cue. She steps on stage, recites his lines, [...]

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