The Bliss of Solitude

The Bliss of Solitude

I am in Santa Monica. It is a sunny April day. The temperature is 80 degrees. Perfect beach culture weather. Near the Pier and down Ocean Avenue, the beautiful Pacific view is overrun by the homeless. Mostly men, dressed in t-shirts,…

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The Fight

The Fight

I am torn between my head and my heart In my head, the right choice is to remain To go on, unsatisfied and unhappy Living in a world where acceptance means too much Love meaning nothing if it is not a…

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THE VOID

THE VOID

You’re so much better than The words echoing in your mind. Those lies were put there long Before you had a say in the matter. Trust me, love, scatter those words To the sky. Just let them go. Let them escape…

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My Good Name

My Good Name

“Except my name. I’ll give up all that other stuff, but only if I get to keep my name. I’ve worked too hard for it, your honor.” ~ Tina Turner My mother married Ron Good when I was in kindergarten. Shortly…

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Love Averages

Love Averages

The typical hug lasts 3 seconds. So does the average wave goodbye. That first kiss we longed for, the one that stopped time? Scientific surveys among lovers show it took about 10 seconds. Speaking of kisses, most will experience their first…

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You Made The World

You Made The World

Agony—a gone knee Can’t bend—no way to mend This isn’t about aging—maybe about raging What stops the crazy rhyme-time? Unplug the clock Blind its ruby face Tear your eyes out if you must Choke on dust There I go again, too…

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Loving and Leaving an Alcoholic: Am I Self Centered?

Loving and Leaving an Alcoholic: Am I Self Centered?

The day after spending Christmas with family, I received a text message from a close relative. You are a self-centered piece of crap. Good riddance. You’re not welcome here ever again. Period. Everything was planned at our expense. What the fuck…

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off-white

off-white

Every writer should go to an asylum – she said we all are very sad, the conscious in my head and she said it in whispers we painted blue a numbing bed between my legs two fingers soothing the flood in…

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