A Star

For the man or woman looking for "porn star named Aleah..." - sorry to disappoint.

New poem

Posted on Blood Orange Review.

Enjoy the weekend,
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Blue

This is the blue note.
Blue like the smell of burnt cereal.
Blue like the blurred movement
of hummingbirds. This is the blue paper
stamped with your scent,
the underneath forest floor scent.
The running from a predator
scent; the one you know.
I unfold its contents, those vicious
vowels and consonants.
I trace the amoeba shape
of the "o" and the "u" -
the color of new grapes
left to dry. The confession
falls out like azure pills
crushed into powder;
the ones carried on a breeze.
Here at my window, the world
could be as innocent
as my garden. A record
plays in aqua's oceanic sound.
You're the sound
of two bees - the syncopated
standstill. This note,
written with two hands
trembling blue.

Missing old friends

I am feeling a bit homesick for the States today. The summer always does that. I associate nice weather with old friends, camping, gatherings, and of course, music.

Life has been chaotic lately. I am still getting used to the new apartment and am trying to deal with ongoing medical tests, trying to find the source of my heart palpitations. They're scary and exhausting.