The Wabi-Sabi Writer

The late afternoon air laden and swollenwith sticky scents of BBQand promises.I no longerpartakein onebut still indulgemy cravings forthe taste of something seared with heatrubbed vigoouslyraw with intentionuntil pliablepossiblereadyto consumewholeSo draw me a bathand sprinklethe salt I am a cannibalof promisesI made to myself NaPoWriMo 2016 #...

someone has hijackedmy mindthe mistressmusedemandsno ransom(yet)Only wrapsropesaroundmy wasteso I cando nothingbut waitby the redphonehoping to make a deala black sheet partybut all I getis thedread spaceon the other sideof the linesNaPoWriMo 2016 #2...

muse/myo͞oz/verb1. to weave beauty and warp pain into true lines; to weft through life riddles towards a si ne qua non. 2. to ensnare interminably one's prey.3. to teeter on the perilous edge of fantasy and oblivion. NaPoWriMo 2016 #28Prompt from Creating Space For Poetry, Making Room For Humanity | Kevin Kantor | TEDxClaremontColleges (14:15 through 15:30).Si ne qua non - an indispensable condition,...

stealing timeto indulgein a slow pacestaring at my reflectionin the darkenedkitchen windowthe preciousearly hoursbefore thethe streetsfill with strangersmaking their own waypondering the momentsthat sprawl outon the sidewalkI think of the rabbitsthose that flourishedwith affectionand those that perishedwithoutAm I a rabbitunder that commoncurse?the skiesstill darkdissolve towards dawnin deep slateand heavycloudsI can seenowthe...

The muse wakesslowlyreluctantlydemanding coffee in small cupsin large quantitiesand tiny spoonsto drag throughthe dayto seea pathpatternin the creamPoetesswho am Iput on the airsand shoesof one who weaveswordsmetaphorsinto an arrowa soul laserwith a bluntpointTake aimanticipate the arcwithstrongsteeped teaandunctuousruby winefindthemark let the flu-flufletchingflyNaPoWriMo 2016 #...

Ask me  and I will answerNein Nein NeinOk FineSize MattersBut you knew thattopless and barefootShattered soulswanderAcross the universethrough the fireIncognito In Sausalitothe starter wiveseat mainly lobsterandBlack Cherry Chutneydesperately seeking a loopholeafter sexthe poor lil rich girl criesMermaid's TearsI amGobsmackedits raining menOh To Be 25 Againbefore IFade to BlackNaPoWriMo 2016 #25Image Credit: www.thesubt...

PerhapsEverything terribleThinkingabout Wildflowerwith 62 daysuntil IMNiceI get ina runis in its deepest beinggratefulto sharesomething helplesswith a fellow travellerrawjuicemovebuilddog starsthat wantshelpfrom us"Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us." Rainer RilkeNaPoWriMo 2016 #...

StopSpinningMaking much adoaboutnothingDitchthe etherand relentacceptthe voiden pointeRefillthe vacuumwith allyour emptinessyourdarkenergyanddancedancelike nooneisnothingiswatchingNaPoWriMo 2016 #...

I never calledyou thatyour namecarriedwith no hintof rhymebut of titlegrantedto those whoshared sacred spacein my childhoodmemoriesYou were therethat 4th of July as the Parademade it's waydown Elm Streetand I mademy way down the greenstick fracturehillYou took us inyour handmarked with sapphireloveYour habitscolor coordinatedwith the seasonson Off Lord RoadYou ledus into the darkenedvelvet rosariumshy of the giftsgiven...

JulyI did’t question when she ranacross the tracks towards the cemetery. I just tossed the rock from between the railroad ties and followed Holding handsWe wanderedbetweenwell manicuredplotsweaving fancifullife storiesfor what waswritten in stoneForever?A question answeredin a long firstkissAugustA marriagetwo kidsand a boyfriendon the other side of the countryStill they foundtheir wayback to the placeunder...

Six and ten circlesplus a hundredmore spinsaround the sunbefore the choicemy first(with limits)granted as tokenpermission to force wakefulnesson a well exhausted dayjust for spiteSo I choseit was as easy as breathingthe sanitary intentionslaid out for meto rest onthe deeplyembossedfoulyellow stainsAll the WhileOthers seeonly glitterand gleamthe titanic stateroomsred flockedwhite housepowder rooms*Ma propre VieMa Foliegelled absolute beaten...

The theriacremedyfor long sufferedwriters and poets and artistsrestrained with doubt duct-tapeand itch critic rash Indications for Use:When the instant gratificationmanic monkeyclimbs up your backshoving you downyoutube wormholeswhere you spiralhead firstinto the dark playgroundand after amaranthine hours dayseven weeks (gasp)you find yourselfstaring upfrom the outhouse pit of your stomachand you hear the echoof your own voice"How...

Click three times andlistenWhat do you hear?Lub-dub lub-dub lub-dubbeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepon the crackling set top boxas I run under the bedLoud deep song sung blue"Here she comes.... Miss America...."shush and hush and scamper out of sightWhat's new, pussy cat?What has got you startled?Rattle clink clankteaspoon against chipped china cupMiss muffit?Waking up slowlySRS soothing sunraysthrough lace covered windowsHoover passesLooney...