uneven candles

I updated my “About” page last week – been writing offline in an effort (as so many of us share the same dream cloud) to send my art and writing off to more clouds…

here is a piece I had published in Red Fez Magazine – thank you

i choose YES

One of my poems, dark magic, has been published on FOXGLOVE JOURNAL if you’d enjoy reading a little poem elsewhere – Foxglove is a lovely and inspired journal  😘 – thank you

 

 

temptations

I often speak
not often enough
of honesty
when it’s practical and lends itself lyrically
So, here I will weaken myself by revealing
a palpable fear
This dread haunts me in most aspects of thought
Elusive
still I know its talents in matters of temptation
She tries to bend my whim to her words
He employs brute strength to muscle my conscience
They slide plug nickels, never bright pennies
I don’t understand much of what I do
What if we’re not supposed to
There remains a prideful integrity in placating my own selfish spirit
I grip this fiercely
The dismay of losing my voice pales my heart
There are glimpses of things I’ve seen
Wisps of smoke on horizons blazing far above my dark corner
Questions I ask my patient angels on loan and my personal demons on demand
Am I not at their measure
Am I not reaching enough
And my humanness does stall
And my heart does break
She, He, and They come at me in these moments
bending, prodding, soliciting me to fabricate with their designer colors
In weak moments, I fall to my knees in thanks, that I was born a willful child-listening to no one’s voice
but my own

Angel Cone

leonada’s missing earring

she worried about perfection
ha, worry
nearly she was
face, figure
form, function
she appreciated the way men’s eyes melted into her mocha skin
women, well they frowned
she was too much
they didn’t have enough of what she had
everything was together for her
for leonada
until the morning she woke
and discovered
an earring missing
the pair had been carved from ancient volcanic rock
blessed by a miraculous shaman, now gone from this world
the earrings were light and
in their lightness
embodied spirituality to leonada
no one else ever moved in this close to her satin mocha
no one
just these earrings

now one was not a pair
and leonada’s underground eyes never welled
until this day
but only for a short while
she gazed long into her long mirror
then in one sweep – a seagull wing breezing the ocean
she hung the blessed earring to her lobe
her dark stallion hair tamed into a hoop of matching size
she turned away from her long reflection
and swayed out the door into the day
a small smile unfurling at the edges of her full lips

I woke with eyes blurry
window shades drawn
my bedroom black though the sun was rising
I smiled at the little glowing lights in my room
one each from the clock radio, the DVD player, the smoke detector
I imagined them
bright stars in a magical night sky
that’s what leonada
would have seen
I too, began my morning with a blessed smile
Leonada
and this, Leonada ends my subbing fashion sketches – thank you
may your day begin with a small smile