It has simplified my life and calmed my mind to live with a binary man. So much more peaceful. Binary Man Binary man sees naught but ones and zeros which really ought to be enough, he thinks. No if/then charts for this man of either or, in or out. Bring in and take…
Pinky Girl It’s a tepid color really. Surely not an emotional banner to wave about one’s head; capable of warding off chills and evil people. How can pink be a true reflection of the Girl? For her, pink seems to be too pale a color; incapable of reflecting the ruby within her soul, the…
See link below for the Fontella Bass, 1965 original song that so often runs through my head. Rescue me Quiet loneliness sits ’round the corner . . . ever lurking in the Dark. Oh, Silence, sometimes healing, sometimes scary. Are you friend or foe tonight? Shattered. Broken. Silence burst by jagged noise.…
From a poem originally penned at the Florida Writers Association’s 2011 Awards Dinner as I watched a new author read from her first book. A Reading, Rewarded Words whipped left and right spoken aloud to still the fright they might waft away before the book could be deemed profound. It had been such a…
Finding Light Recurring thoughts and dreams revolve around a common theme about a light within a throbbing goodness ready to burst forth. Optimism wins each battle despite a cynic’s cooling heart as white knights on silver steeds wage war within. Reflections of a childhood filled with Brothers…
For Claude Allusive words where are you when the poem begins to fade and begs for something special to complete its mood. I call upon the Rhyme-Gods in hopes they will convey a way of resurrecting an ending for Monet. — Marilyn Paluszak Oscar-Claude Monet (1840-1926) was one of the founders of the Impressionist…
Reprinted from a poem written for a friend in residence at the Brattleboro Retreat in Vermont. This poem repeated itself in my mind for the entire two-hour ride home where, to my relief, I found paper and pen. Cognitive distortion is used to describe a pattern of thinking that shifts events into a negative framework;…
They go to see the Changing of the Guard and then, like ants, descend into the Tube in a mad scurry to Speaker’s Corner where they swarm in droves around ice cream vendors. And the world walks by unseen. Not for the People Watcher. No. For her, the best part of all is strolling…
Even now that the wound has healed and the scar so barely shows there are times of pain and anguish when the nightmares let me know how fragile a mind can be as memory replays trauma into the night and yesterday’s sorrow fills the void with doubt and aching heart brought low making it hard…
