A woman sits staring at bleak clouds. Her faithful companion lays beside her weary feet.
[Image from Page 3 of "How to Stop Time" by Matt Haig. Most of the image has been blacked out to read: Santa Barbara years bored pleasant. Heaven with traffic. Drank wine. Going mad, panic attacks. Lived centuries. Witnessed war, revolutions. Waking up my heart going crazy. Feeling trapped inside myself. Something. Los Angeles calmed … Continue reading My 1st Erasure Poem
Distracted It's all an act. Can't see a future, when I'm looking back. Show the world, I don't need them. I'm fine by myself. Illusions. Created by me. You want to see through to my cold soul. Worked too damn hard to ever let that happen. Isolated. Written for: Magpie Tales
Once I was told my brown tan body exiting into the bedroom in white thongs was heavenly... Once I was told my long maroon nails softly tracing words of love on his back was the sexiest he's ever found a woman... Once I was told my snow white breast, head bent back, eyes half closed … Continue reading Once
Christ in the Wilderness by Stanley Spencer Oh, Father, I have felt all. Temptation wrapping around me darker than a moonless night. Pride whispered I'd prevail. Then envy gripped my heart. I dreamed of Mary Magdalene with another lover and wrath ran through my veins. Even as I prayed, I know I'm the chosen one … Continue reading Christ’s Sin