Superlative

If I say I loved a woman, then I have. If I say I loved a man, then I have. If I say I’m bi, am I bi-polar or bi-sexual? Am I a prefixed? Tell me the root of the word. Is it the “L” word. Am I romantically attractive to you? Superlative.

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Oak Tree

Oak tree, tall and beautiful. She gives me shade and a graceful dance in the summertime as our storms pass. Brake her branch and I will defend her. But she can be a pain in the ass in winter, dropping all the unmentionables. Baby, it’s cold outside. Nobody does a nut like she can. I’ll […]

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Birthday’s

Birthday’s can come and go. Nobody would ever know. Being a day older and a year older, my time is running out. Now, I shed a tear. I look in the mirror and see a sagger face, sweat on my brow, and more gray hair. I think I need to sow my oats again. Oh […]

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How Writer’s Write

A true writer will write at all hours of the night and dance with the notable drug of black coffee. A kind flirt with a waitress. Who knows what I’m thinking. The next story within? I’m dying for a cigarette and true love. The true love of a writer. Writing and art are my lovers.

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My Darling Lover

My darling, my lover, and the closet one to my heart. Why did you leave me? I never let our secret out. My heart bleeds out in anguish. My eyes pour out tears of pure love for the only one in my life. It tares me apart to mend you into my soul. My dearest […]

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Grandma Vaughn

Grandma Vaughn, show me the ways of the in and out’s of life with sweet potato pie and long conversations. The sun is rising. It’s time for gardening chores. I see long rows of big green tomato plants, she says “‘Give each plant one can of water.’” A conversation is started, I expose my secrets […]

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It’s Just Love John

Too rich for my blood The sound of your voice just lifts my spirit Come on sweet daddy, we got a lot in common We got to stop and start all over again A conversation is art, we are art You are art, a piece of work John, and it’s always on my mind don’t […]

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A Woman is a Tree

A weeping willow bends with any wind as she stands along the Silk Road, sometimes unsightly and short-lived. The maple is evergreen, sometimes red or with a touch of sugar, and sometimes dense. Easy to feed on, so Don’t let me be a butcher’s block. Pine is good. At times she is invasive, whorl tight, […]

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My Sea of Love

I’ll leave the door unlocked. Come and slip in beside me. Let me touch you and take you my sea of love, let’s drown together, swallowed up by love…She calls my name. My sea of love.

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