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Author Archives: PL

Is that alright with you?

If I gave you my Heart, dripping with dark Love If I flushed out my Shame, awkward with Crime If I begged for your Grace, breaking with Bad If I loaded my Glock, pulsing with Poison If I trashed your place, lie with the Waste Is that alright with you?

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Fleur Cinematic

Fleetingly, frolicking in the light of the final flatfoots Fleur-de-lys flipping ‘neath your fixated frown Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum, fumes the giant hungry for Englishmen Your flushed ferrels flummoxed but Free.  

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Bebop

Bebop, you who challenged my soul, changed my world Far from this levitious crowd and tormented bold Where words are pearls and your life is gold. Like Primo Levi’s survival in Auschwitz Who flipped this path? I’m a melancholic witch Razing this Earth, recognizing, you, my glitch.  

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Quick. Rolling.

When we go rolling along the grass, the pollen in our eyes, I grab your hand and you become the Sima Martel of my being. It is a depression on the surface of Earth, a sink-hole of not-quite-there uncomfortable romance, where you leave me neck-deep in sweetness and struggling light. As my fingers slip through […]

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Remains

Once upon a time, when there was Nothingness in the world but the moon, two stars, a floating stream of water, and a wide expanse of blue-black sky glimmering with lights from the netherworld, I was born. And I was special because I was born in Nothingness, with only the moon, two stars and a […]

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The Day I Lived Again

The colours of the day. That’s how it started. A mellow, chocolatey hue, a billion flavours of sweet and salty, merging through a multitude of shades, intonation, hierarchy and captured feelings. Muted yellows, cloudy blues, raging reds- they danced in the visions of my eyes, that dark deep nothingness that died a thousand tears ago. […]

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In A Hopeless Place

Tonight I found myself standing at crossroads. A hopeless and lonely place. This was the place where I fell in love. And now I have to choose the road less travelled. Where shall this Path lead me? There is fear in my heart. A sense of loss and forlorn longing. tonight I stand at crossroads.

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Thoughts of a Woman

A woman is not attributed an intrinsic identity because she is a caricature of a castrated man; castrated politically, socially and sexually. It denies and projects unacceptable feelings of envy  for the phallic qualities of a Gentile. Freud said so, but I think he’s strange. The Oedipus Complex, the Electra Complex….he has seen it all. […]

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Eternal Mystery #352

I was jealous but didn’t want to say so I’ve not been anything but scorching hot Soared, with passions all aflame But when I saw Her, To tepid. Then to cool again. I was jealous Watching her lean towards him I felt a tiny, tingling “ping” Like a string stretched taut to my thighs Then […]

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“…And I’ll Get Back To You…”

I don’t know why I thought he loved me Just, perhaps, the way I felt for him And certainly he never said as much, mtaintaining that He didn’t show his feelings, or affection Though he held me tight enough and Kissing me, you couldn’t tell. He could be tender: when I hid my face Against […]

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