새해/New Year

pull down the sky

tear it down with an angry fist
go ahead
do it!

wrap its magnificence around your
shoulders and scream until you
lose your voice

make it real

smear the act with the fulcrum of
disquietude while
standing on your tiptoes at the
edge of the earth

fall upon the net of lights
float
find yourself
lose yourself

vanished child

…time to pay the gas bill…

Yuram-Dong
August 18th, 2013 – a Sunday
ten days before my 32nd birthday
she was 16 years old, with a simple, stainless
smile…much like her pumpkin head…
those red sneakers were falling apart,
but she trudged along in them anyways
as her sloe-eyes peeked out from under
uneven and dismal bangs

that helmet haircut couldn’t protect her
from pernicious prowlers let alone
from playground put-downs

sweet sixteen
sorrowful seventeen

 

100 Word Story/II

The Gold Star Circus was expected to roll into Fayetteville sometime after ten o’clock.  Gladys had plans to run away with the circus, provided that she could convince the owner to let her join the troupe.  To Gladys’ surprise, her mother had balked at the idea.

“No daughter of mine is going to gallivant around the country with a band of misfits.  You might as well dig my grave now.”

Gladys took a glance at herself in the hall mirror before sneaking out of the house. She combed three fingers through her bonny beard and grinned.  She would be happy.

whispers of the divine

If there are whispers of the divine,
then surely they manifest themselves
in the curve of your spine, or perhaps,
through the curiosity of your
preoccupied face.

Even in the frost the tips of
her silver coat illuminate and
within the morning hush, her
steady purr sets the rhythm for
the day.

My breath slows as we stretch
towards the sun in the tabernacle
of our home.

 

Sorcha_2010

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These were the thoughts that prompted me
to get out of bed this morning.  The image is
of my cat, Sorcha.  It was taken in 2010, when
I lived in San Francisco.  She is still with us.