Txandi

Living the truth

With a forgiving face

Requires a lie or two

Sometimes three or four

Possibly more.

Same thing goes

For confessions, too

Liberating you

Like a tattoo

That says oh fuck you.

Kindness can be cruel.

Like lovers 

Suffocating each other

Paralyzing one another

out of necessity

but unnecessarily.

Behind these walls

Secret gardens 

Unkept still grow

Unquenched strength

Gripping tendrils

Winding and unwinding

Accepting fate, accepting life.

Accepting less holds much more.

Time Traveller

When I was young

I watched 

the shadows of my soul 

moving and dancing 
in tune and in time 
to the clock radio.

Each minute 

passing and pulsing

Aging silently into space.

Each night searching

waiting and waiting and waiting

 for something
from another place and time
for someone 

meaningful, sparkling, and glistening.

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Norma Jo (1968-96)

Your silver hair, blinding blond

flying like a ribbon in the wind.

Dancing in a field of dandelions

We skipped through fields of seagreen grass

Squeals of delight, you found a five-leaf clover.

Held tightly, you were a gift, so rare.

Your whistling breath warming my face

Pink sun, fading, and falling.

Calling our names.

Time to come home.

Blue air, my eyes traveled up there.

Somewhere, flies you

My soul sister, my companion.

Running through slick streets

Your pink feet and flushed cheeks.

Shiny wet our tresses, we clung together

Bell bottoms, sticky mouths

Stained with lollipops.

Gray skies, cold rains

Red cancer stoning blue the crab.

Pinching and clawing through your body

Boiling black your blood

Oil stilling the sails of your surrounded journey.

My face frozen in horror, in shattered silence.

Pieces of your purple heart, floating, bruised, and broken.

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Blind

In the dark
I can see through a man’s mind.

In the light
I can decide whether he is blind.

I once loved a man
whose clouded sky blue eyes
were covered with shades.
He was colorblind.

I found him one day
Staring at the sun, crying
he said he could finally see.
He was flooded with insight.

Those who go blind
Darken with life
Hope is the light,
the self-restoration of sight.
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