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Monday, June 30, 2014

The Siren Call

When I went overboard, the shock of the cold was greater than the shock of your hand at my back. I swallowed the dark Atlantic, warmed to its voices. Keening whales sang me to her. She was tangled in your fraying halyard.


Monday, June 16, 2014

One Heart Breaking

Splinters rasp. Pancreas.
The word cracks
it open.
The surgeon’s voice echoes
in a thunderclap
straight down the middle.
Your last sigh, exhaled,
broke it forever.
Yet, listen. Days like today
I can hear it
sounds like pebbles
at the seashore.

 Pep  13/8/66 - 16/6/03
Always for you, Pep.  143
gargle166          Answer #14 was also           

Monday, June 9, 2014

Idle Threats

Of all the people to criticize my adipocytic indiscretion, you’d think Grace would have the decency to give a girl the benefit of a lapse. The gym. On Monday. We’ll see how many laps she’s made of.

Did Grace say that, too? is the question for   My answer: 29

Monday, June 2, 2014


Behind closed eyes, anything is possible. Your smile, your body long against mine.  When I open them, you’re never the yellow butterfly that poses on my glass of wine the first fine spring day. Even so, I just can’t help but peek.

 Why does the caged bird sing? asks   My answer # 4 :) 

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