Category: When Wendy Went

• August 10, 2022

  Too cliché 

  Love at times, it’s too cliché  Like neon lights on Venice streets. The boom mic roared a black parade, But our love never felt like a reach.   Our native tongues exchange pleasantries, I miss that friend who could understand. Whom heard and saw my sacred dreams, That told me to do my “think I…
• August 6, 2022

  Rewind

  I see your smile looped on playback, Playing back like ionic tape magnetic. That smile charged with lyrics compact, I rewind the tape, lyrics all proleptic. Time has changed, two generations gone. The disc got scratched, a beat got skipped. I stream with streamers a newer song, From the mouth of clouds we drink and…
• August 2, 2022

  Warmth!

  Warmth! That’s how your presence felt, like fresh sunlight. And what skies I thought I seen, what clouds. Even the breeze had something to say. Those were the days of Wendy! Each step certain, like Jesus walking on water. And conviction blossomed like those flowers blooming in Anza Borrego fields. When food carts paraded down…
• August 2, 2022

  Ajar

  My door ajar, texts scampered in as if they were parcel tongues slithering in. They were powerful like the moon, my canine heart howled melancholic blues. Emerald eyes filled my mind, again, a single sentence brought back what once had been. Yet what had been to me was not what had been to you. Months…
• August 1, 2022

  Once There Was Wendy

  Once there was me with Wendy, in a time plucked back like bass strings before the drop. A picture once lived in my mind, before time spit it out like grass tore up in the hum of a lawnmower’s chomp. If honey is love, was our circumstance the bees? All day they worked, their tiny…
• April 7, 2022

  Ruins

  Do we really feel those memories? Are they remembered as they were? Can one remember how sweet the sugar was, before it burned — all that’s left is powdery black soot! Does the rubber tire wear its flattened grooves out of pride or self-contempt? I honestly cannot remember where the road diverged, or even where…
• April 5, 2022

  Shoelaces in water

  I dragged my shoelaces through water, wading in the shallows and the deep. For long I felt the weight of the rivers, in desperate wait like Pacey at the creek. The mud and foliage all foamed from drainage chutes, my chucks stained with the pain of two autumns past. I thought I tried, how i…