Overheard Conversations: #1“That’s called good livin!”

First woman: “You can tell we’re getting older, we’ve all got bellies.” Second woman: “That’s called good livin!” First woman: “Even Carl’s got a belly on him. He still looks good, but he’s got a belly!” (First of a new topic, because I keep hearing interesting thoughts said aloud by strangers, overheard dialogue can be…

Memoir: The time that Dad crashed

The time that Dad crashed he wasn’t drunk. He was driving the big white van on the freeway to see his gold-digger lover. Drinking wasn’t the cause of his evil, his main sins of choice were pride and lust. The pride resulted in vicious ego contests with Mom and the lust manifested in affairs, along…

Poem: She was family

Unsplash.com She came to us in a cardboard box. Her natural ears were down her uncut tail was wagging long our baby doe-like clown warm copper reddish brown with short haired fur like a deer white chest, black muzzle mouth in a serious frown with a bright white stripe along her sweet frozen nose like…

Poem: Karma Ricochet

If god exists as good and love What they do in the name of god Would make god throw up upchuck god would say, WTF?! i don’t even know you. Stop using my name to blame everyone but yourself. Stop using my fame to feel self-important. Stop raping, killing, enslaving, torturing i never sanctioned this….

Poem: Freedom

(For Spencer) Twin souls never stand a chance They were never meant to dance on Earth enraptured. Because it awakens jealousies when we usurp them circumnavigate the rote purpose dare to oppose their version of status conscious happiness. When souls disengage from pretend when we unfriend the robotics replace the screen with the actual. activate…

Poem: fool’s school

(to steve, the space cowboy) I loved you like I loved my dad both of you are such sad villains. Does handsomeness cause commitment phobia? For aeons long you were a jerk pervert, sadist predator hunter. Twenty years gone and you’re still playing the same recycled game of loss singing the same dead end refrain….

Poem: Dial waiting

Landline telephones Ringing themselves back to sleep Leave a message at the beep But no one checks their messages We’re all blocked and silent With vibrating pants. Texting is the fake new deal Pretending we’re real No one’s listening just Homeland security Amazon and the corporate CIA henchmen spinning lies. Facebook posting pics Of lunch…

Poem: Devil’s in the liquid

Ignore the raging guy repeating curses On the sidewalk behind me Taunting and launching verses That he’s “gonna kill me cause I’m a bitch” I grab a bottle by the throat from my groceries Just in case, to hit him with Attack fast, use the guise of surprise I don’t know how to fight But…