deliciously dark

DS Levy is one of those brave writers who pens the heart darkly. She transports you to uncomfortable places and makes you think, sometimes cry. This isn’t sweet and saucy fare. A Binary Heart is brutal emotion, honestly formed.
Just got my copy today!

I can no longer wait for you

I’m still waiting for you
I think I’ve always been
I know I’ve always been
forty years past
scanning the stars glued inside my baseball cap
before each at bat, desperate not to strike out
thirty years ago
face first, hair second, brain third
hoping you’ll notice me
twenty year flashback there I am running
six miles alongside the busiest roads
why don’t you pullover and take me away
fifteen years ago
off those roads striving for inroads
sending, sending, sending
out my door, into yours
hoping something manages the mail slot
ten years recent past
what a tease
you were never really interested
I wasn’t even close was I
I can wait no longer wait for you
all my past tactics have failed
there is no one to find me
you were never there

I must turnaround
I must stop dreaming
no fantasy fingers will tie my work to a star
with a glittering red bow

I must float on my own
I will fall flat and be trampled upon
by more creative beasts
Taurean Bull
my little monster love book must now be sold and I must sell it.
“…I could burn with the splendor of the brightest fire or else I could choose time…” –Lament from Evita

bringing the misfits home

undulating streams of electric colors run alongside our country squire wagon
steeds of science bursting in night brilliance
only the whimsical-minded might imagine
I sit in the backseat facing the glass rectangle
my little sister’s bouncy copper pigtails resting on my shoulder
my dad imagines he’s an Indy driver
I trust him entirely and deeply
no other man will ever replace this depth of faith
an innocent child possession
holiday neons are electric sperm dancing for my nubile fluttering lashes
I’m joyous, a lame word–joyous, as a little kid I was
falling asleep in the way, way back
the bitter awakening
leaving our warm car late Christmas night after well-wishing
the bitter awakening
leaving my warm home
every night after
adulthood, the gift that keeps giving
my fingers and toes are polished
a deep sparkling red, I’ve never done this
what possesses me now at 53
I’m not sure
I just might be wishing for a ride in a country squire wagon
flying in Santa’s sleigh
we were never on the road
her radial tires–angel halos
her V8 engine–gossamer wings
the little red light on the dash
oil running low on Christmas
Rudolph’s nose lighting the way
bringing the misfits home
I remember when I look at my sparkling crimson nails
I’m an adult
but fuck it

Inner-child Christmas

Inner-child Christmas

my little monster love book is feisty, tonight he bounced to #8 on Amazon’s hot new love poetry releases, whatever the heck that means😊

goddamn peaceful

5 am
wishing ’twas contented spirits
who dusted winter’s cement grasses
with sparkling pixie dust
my little dog’s lone paw prints
sweet as a postcard one might send a faraway lover
I linger in this miraculous quiet
let the moment warm
the silence of this morning
as beautiful as swimming beneath water
where sounds of despair are drowned
swept away by bubbling filters and light-dancing reflections
fondling liquid ballerina toes
there I often dream
there, I can only dream
in the silent spaces away from mouths not my own
‘the’ planet, when we’re cruel
mother earth, when we’re kind
I don’t want to touch the frozen front door knob
twist it and go back inside
I’d love to freeze out here
5 am
with the sparkling pixie dust
and all that glitters
in the beauty of this miraculous silence
when the world seems so goddamn peaceful
“ye merry, gentlemen
let nothing you dismay”

Rudolph Hug

Rudolph Hug

lotm-screen-shot-amazonhey, what do ya know, monster clawed its merry little way to #9 position this past week on Amazon’s little list of, hot new love poetry releases

well, this is just freakin’ amazing

well, this is just freakin’ amazing
apparently my little book
has gone “temp out of stock”
on both Amazon and B&N
why I’d love to believe it’s selling out like Harry Potter😉
the reality probably is
because it’s a self-pub title
they don’t take it very seriously
and don’t order that many copies initially
it is still available on my book’s site
but most folks
are going to Amazon or B&N to buy
darn this selling stuff
I’m going to start peddling door to door
so if you hear someone crying
in your hedgerow
late in the afternoon
it will most likely be me