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St. Johnsbury

she poured the bone colored grit into her coffee watched it turn a lighter shade of resignation and stirred, unsmiling what’s the matter? he said his words hanging mid-air a blooming cloud of blinding ignorance oh.... nothing, she exhaled her breath a paste of disenchantment mixed with heavy regret take my hand she said, not out of want but need why? he said, not out of concern but for clarification i just seem to be stuck is all and she left it at that Rene ~ 2013

dashboard madonna

photo by: Steven Kelly             what i  am to you is just a passing fancy a quick thrill before the next leg Rene ~ 2013

everyday people heroes

when she woke up this morning on the wrong side of life in a pit so low she could hang posters she never knew as the day unfolded red like an unpaid electric bill that money could not buy that force could not deliver the strength, and LOVE she provided  to keep a life gold Rene ~ 2013 For Antoinette Tuff

damn fine writing

i want to feel it
 the ink on your pen
 scratching 
rough thoughts 
on smooth surfaces i want to smell it
 where your mind has been
 the brew
 of conquest 
 and raging desire i want to see it
 what you’ve made of
 your world
 bleeding out
 from every damn word i want to taste it
 what that kiss was like
 and how
 you felt
 when it wasn’t yours i want to hear it
 the clash of swords 
 the war
 hard fought 
the territory won

 Rene ~ 2013

missing glory

photo by Elena Kalis via Magpie Tales she was light and magic, springtime laughter woven through her hair i found her world cluttered and noisy, a place where logic frowns ambushed, my heart leapt when i heard a bird call, her breath of life she was a singer of hymns, a joyful, patient sentinel i was a snare drum, ready to snap at the skip of a beat i now find myself leeching to the choir, waiting on her voice she was my cloudship, an ocean, a free spirited ticket to ride i gnawed away at my tether, she became my new life line i hold, needing like a child, the loose end of her crimson thread Rene ~ 2013

torn

Have you ever been stuck 
 between now
 and what happens
 next you’re just spinning  your 
wheels
 in your own
 private  Levittown 
 space everything is so
 safe
 everyone’s
  predictably the
 same if you could just 
leave
 you wouldn’t  
care about so much 
pain Rene - 2013

taboo

painting by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec via Magpie Tales Pride is diva a lady lion kicking up her heels a suicidal harlot spiking regal moral temperaments London, France pounced upon cut into devoured                 tossed aside only a fool licks her wounds only a fool knows that pain Rene ~ 2013

sweet tea

Emeline, being a resourceful human, decided that the best way of exorcising the demons of her past lovers was to describe them using three adjectives Using her calligraphy set, a graduation gift from her uncle Ted, She carefully wrote out each word on a vellum note card and tied them up with a navy blue grosgrain ribbon She poured herself a glass of sweet tea grabbed a box of tools from under the kitchen sink and set out into the evening shade of her backyard. She slid her sandals on her feet as she scuffed along letting the screen door slam behind her Macy, the neighbor's beagle, commenced to yapping as soon as the screen door had fired its warning shot and continued to keep up the racket as Emeline strode across the yard. Hush, Macy, she said under her breath She had every right to yap, Emeline thought, if something rightly disturbed her. That is why she did not scold her directly. Emeline knelt down in the grass and dug into her toolbox. She p

pen pal

Drawing Hands, 1948 by M. C. Escher via Magpie Tales from across the table the world your words meet my eyes and stir my soul how easily they reach across latitudes and oceans across mountains and time across cities and down herd paths how urgently they wind up the streets of my heart and marrow unlocking doors and lighting fires from across the table the world your words expose the infallible gods of lost hope as astronomical frauds Rene ~ 2013 For Him and Her