of sweat
ooze from every
single country
on her face
she is raw,
she is unkempt
she is beyond
becoming complete
un-doing traditional
bounds of beauty
as it may,
(Romeo) Juliet
but more than this
warpy reservoir
there’s the smell
of seaweed, the
color of speech
the accuracy of
diamonds, –
only now
you think you
have felt
cold in your
hot hands


for Real Toads

On a small digital camera

that means something, –
I wake up at 50 in a
cryptic body costume
squeezing my soul.
I haven’t done a damned thing
in 20 years.
your wild imaginings, –
we all want the beauty
when the music
doesn’t like us anymore.
-so now you understand
the shoeless, the smokers,
the instantly smitten.
Predators and prey we catch
in one day, – on a small
digital camera.

[an old prompt from Izy at Real Toads
Watch this Leos Carax clip from ➡️Holy Motors]

It’s Alright


We are all broken. That’s how the light gets in.” -Ernest Hemingway

Fixed, in the

… corner of my mind

the secrets of her mouth
grin with flowers
and i can’t stop
my urges, because
i am pale
&her smile’s
instantaneously fuchsia,
laughing like the raging
sun, coming-on-too-strong

her exalted rosebud
lips entice
… mad, mad desire

{for dVerse}

Opening Doors

Again, a giant new door. Wrong key.
I come back with the (same) right key and fumble.
Someone I don’t know, but younger, offers
to unlock the door, and does. I will come back;
disturb the door, jiggle the key
more profound, but with softer meaning.
Time and again, I face the door.
Someone hears me swell this time
“Be patient, I have to remember
it can be very tricky.” Old doors and new keys.
New doors and old keys. Wisdom opens wide
for me &I walk slimly through.

for dVerse


 Things no one understands:

the blue tip of a flame, a foreign language

embroidered on a tongue, a vortex, a belly button,

an unborn babe sucking its thumb, a beauty

too complex. Same with words

that come to mind,

those winking



Inspired by the first Gargleblaster Writing Challenge [42 words] at YeahWrite: What’s so amazing that keeps us stargazing?

Down the Rabbit Hole

down the rabbit hole
counter to intuition
lovely sorrowful

lovely sorrowful
loss lingers in the landscape
lone deer at the pond

lone deer at the pond
feet trod the hallowed of ground
unsuspecting soul

Today is a two-day stopover inYekaterinburg, the birthplace of Hilal. Paulo visits The Cathedral-on-the-blood which is built on the spot where once the Ipatiev House stood.  In that house the Tsarian Royal Family of Tsar Nicolas II was murdered by the Bolshevik Revolution.  Hilal disappears for the day, and later returns to talk about her surreal experience.




Brighter than the Sun!

Moon unworthy of your feet,

your twelve Star garland.

Wonder Struck Wednesday

(Rolling over the photos brings up captions!)

This was totally on purpose that I catalogued every part of my day with a camera.  I was looking for yellow.  A laugh.  Jelly.  Non-fat milk.  The trash man.  God.  And I found Him!  …powering my fridge…and my feet.

I’m currently going through the 30 daily challenges in Margaret Fienberg’s book Wonder Struck with my Tuesday Ladies Group.  This montage is in response to Day 3:  Look for wonder through a camera lens throughout the day.  I concede that my day was probably more ordinary than extraordinary in relation to outward beauty…but that’s sort of the point…to find beauty in the everyday.  Celebrate the day you’ve been given!

(Inspired by) Mist

I have no recollection of mist
Locked in land of sticky and hot
Except in the shower, my daily regime
Or in borrowed layers of hot tub steam
Pressed down by mid winter’s steel

I have no recollection of mist
That mystical, fairytale spray
I know ice and water and spits of perfume
I know smoky hazes hanging in rooms
But this mist, this beauty evades me