Frye Boots Calling, Part 2: Bye-Bye, Small Frye’s

I rescued them from a terrible fate. Who else was going to do it? The quarter was in my pocket anyway; what good is a quarter? I knew someone had loved them, once. Maybe someone would love them again. God knows, I already did, but we just weren’t a fit. For a quarter, I was [...]

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One of the Shes

One of the Shes She’s got it so bad She’s counting the seasons She’ll take to be had She’s one of the Shes He’s leaving behind He’s giving her notice But taking his time   One of the Shes She’s falling in stride She’s counting her reasons She’s standing in line She’s one of the [...]

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Collected Perceptions

Now that you’ve taken everything Tell me how does it feel to need more Now that you’ve drank your fill Tell me how does it feel to be bored Now that you’ve spent all your time How do you know you’re too late Now when you empty your pockets How do you sort your mistakes [...]

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Waiting On Him

She waits Counting hours Days Weeks She’ll wait It’s been a year now She’s waiting For him   She stays Counting fears Doubts Assurances He’ll stay For all those tears now She’s staying For him   She hates Counting signs Red flags Hunches She hates them There are so many Waiting On him

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Frye Boots Calling

She saw them first. She always sees them first. I stared at the rows of over-used shoes, dismal looking in their states of seen-better-days; walked-over heels and cracked leather, if lucky enough to be leather at all. Most bent and arched with the inner imprints of someone else’s feet, the weight of their bodies and their [...]

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The Why

There is no understanding “Why”. Trying to comprehend, with a compassionate heart, the incomprehensible; the compassionless. It will make you crazy.  All that needs understood is more stark and brutal than I like to be, but it is the truth still; there are people in the world who cannot be filled or satisfied. Ever. The [...]

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I Saw You

A smoky golden eye. Green flashes sidelong, blazing. Shocks of bright blonde flying forward, and curls of chocolate tumble from under straw. Like clouds under sun. A warning: things are not always just what they seem. Are they? Ensconced in shiny black, nestled in leather, giving it the gas. A satisfied purring powers down the [...]

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Push

I scream the streets Of Hollywood Push my old Impala I’m on my way To meet the man But on my heels Another seems To follow   I can’t shake The imprint left Your fingers On my skin I need the heat I’m on my way to meet The man And stuck in high gear [...]

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Unwanted

Don’t touch me Seriously Who do you think you are? Don’t touch me Just don’t If you are unsure, ask me I’ll tell you, that yes… I do mind   Don’t touch me I’m not touching you What have I been saying? You have missed What my eyes Do convey   Step back A few [...]

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Kissing Frogs

Kissing Frogs Well, no. I am not really kissing them. But petting them. Carefully, with one gentle fingertip. They look on, silent, occasionally perched on my arm where they landed, jumping from the wake of my more vigorous watering and weeding. They don’t seem to mind the petting, but I try never to subject them [...]

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