Xanadu
 

A bright red ruby on a small earring. Some dried up paint never cleaned off a pallet. A stop light that just switched to red. A cardinal...

I can be a disciplined piggy bank, a dragon fruit smoothie, blush applied for a holiday celebration. Or, a birthday balloon, aimlessly...

I can’t decide. Is it the crisp leaves? Could it be the brisk of the breeze? If summer was a youthful tangerine, Fall would be a battered...

A truck racing through town. Or sweet, twisting Twizzlers. The bottoms of new Louboutins. The corrections you read between the lines. I...

Poems are broken words pieced together imPerfectly~ yet precisely. Poets take chaotic noise and create order, Careful and controlled....

Jaundiced, calloused, tired feet and fanning sunflower petals. I am Winnie the Pooh and his honey pot, but the stain of unbrushed teeth....

The sting of bitten cuticle bruises. The red rain boots playing in the puddles. The sparkle of bright Christmas bows. The crimson lips...

A tired leather jacket, peeling from wear, gently put to rest on crushed velvet cushions. The wet iron coating my mouth, my cuticles...

A piano’s glossy finish reflects her passion. While a dead phone screen reflects regret. Black is the coal miner’s fuel, to provide a...

Typically orange, but today a sour lemon. A sour lemon, with a whisper of banana Laffy Taffy. Lucious golden locks, urine is trickling....