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Showing posts from August, 2013

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
a blooming cloud
of blinding ignorance
oh.... nothing, she exhaled
her breath
a paste of disenchantment
with heavy regret

take my hand
she said,
not out of want
but need
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

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
she never knew

as the day unfolded
like an unpaid
electric bill

that money could not
that force could not
the strength,
LOVEshe provided 

to keep a life gold

Rene ~ 2013
For Antoinette Tuff

damn fine writing

i want to feel it
 the ink on your pen

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

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


Have you ever been stuck 
 between now
 and what happens
you’re just spinning  your 
 in your own
 private  Levittown 
everything is so
  predictably the
if you could just 
 you wouldn’t  
care about so much 
Rene - 2013


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

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 pulled out a pair of scissors
and cu…

pen pal

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