In lifeLight and darkShine equally, reflectEach other, hand in hand they walkThrough pathsWe treadThe darkness glistens with pure lightTake the hand of both, walkWith them, sacredThese paths

SACRED

We were in love, You met my family, I thought we’d love, No matter what, […] Old poem by the Pesky Poet originally published on Creatively Become Indifferent.

Never Have You Back

My Mother’s Ghost Sits Next to Me at the Hotel Bar Blue-tinted and red-mouthed, you light a cigarette that glows green between your lips and smells of menthol and old coffins, burnt fruit and days carved into lonely minutes. I mumble hello, and because you never speak, order a tulip of double IPA, which the […]

My Mother’s Ghost Sits Next to Me at the Hotel Bar (with recording)

I can see the woman who assumes things. Every night she picks the flowers that I throw on the road: withered lilies of the valley. She wants to be me. She wants my blood. She does not know I rearranged the bell-shaped whites so no one else can breathe their sweet scents. No one else…

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When a young man whose name is Jerry Said, “let us eat, drink and be merry”. And I said, “for tomorrow we die”, He said, “sir, “that is a lie!”. As tomorrow I am getting married to Sherry!”.

For Tomorrow We Die

Originally posted on Smell The Coffee: with wind in her wingsfinding nectar in purposea new creation Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: #1833 Butterfly

New Beginnings

Coffee was one tough hombre.  Some said he’d more likely shoot you than look at you.  Three things set him apart from other gunslingers though.  The first was his refined English accent.  This feller could really talk pretty, and used the sort of three dollar words most folks weren’t too akin to.  The second was […]

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