cheer
a wreath of winks a bowl of smiles a million frequent flier miles Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Noir
A mystery woman in a black-net veil Lies and tears and $100 bail Sign in to see full entry.
Silly me
One plump pigeon of an afternoon I cracked a laugh into a big bassoon Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
birdsong
The traipsing trill of the whippoorwhill— singer of the eve with a moon-kiss bill Sign in to see full entry.
To starve or not to starve (lesser of two evils)
dinner-plate eyes and thinner-weight thighs or Happalump Smiles In the Land of the Pies! Sign in to see full entry.
. . .for every mood
Lionel Trains and Lionel Richie Feeling sweet and feeling bitchy Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, November 5, 2007
Square peg
I'm doing dishes. I'm making it clean. I'm living like the pages of a magazine. But the model's missing lipgloss— on my table is a ring-toss. I stopped trying to bleed red the other day. I'm bleeding yellow, guess that's just my way. —Sarah Torribio Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
This illusionment
You're in my mind in sepia The color's fading brown Old west/loved best nostalgia Hit by hot flash-powder frown Sign in to see full entry.
Blood Sugar Sweet (ode to my alcoholic)
You're always playing spin the bottle: French-kiss death, 80-proof, full-throttle. Sign in to see full entry.
Conversation with my therapist
I'm a lousy ragtime racist; a slack-jawed rocker bassist; a devotee of a goddess lost... "I can make you whole, but it's gonna cost." Sign in to see full entry.