Intense chemistry
onstage. In real life, silent,
eyes not quite meeting.
Two actors eating lunch
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Intense chemistry
onstage. In real life, silent,
eyes not quite meeting.
Intense chemistry
onstage. In real life, silent,
eyes not quite meeting.
“I just want to feel
pretty,” she says through her tears.
She already is.
Trying to make work
indulgent, a nine-to-five
wage slave’s fantasy.
Rubik’s cube of words
adjectives nouns verbs form a
perfect turn of phrase.
Tightly furled like clenched
fists, tentative red-tipped buds
sway on bare branches.
based on a poem written by M.
They say I need a
man. Chocolate. But an eye
lash curler’s enough.
original source:
I don’t need chocolate to eat or a man in my life
I just think I do
because of the media
All I really need is my eyelash curler.
A small indulgence:
nibs, inkwells, hand writing in
a click to print world.
Cut pin stitch fabric
stretch confines of clothing to
become catwalk art.
Like green periscopes
tiny shoots peer from muddy
beds searching for sun.
When she’s not funny
her raw candor grips readers
probing her deep wounds.