Oh, Bartender, You peddle addiction Sweetened with grenadine, Muddled with bitters, Garnished with mint leaves. You take some pleasure In the demand for your skill, Like a…… Read more “Bartender”
Tag: poetry
Why I Travel Solo
So you want to know why I prefer to travel alone, alone with my thoughts and the road, traveling without inhibitions and without “friends”, allowing myself to be swept around the river bend? So you want to know why I travel solo?
Wild Child of the Wind
There’s a castle in the sky, floating on clouds, A crystal tower where only dreamers are allowed, Looking out the window, I can see its spires, Set…… Read more “Wild Child of the Wind”
The Start of an Age
Deafening cheers, Exploding champagne, Not just another year, Another decade. Welcome to the Twenties, Roaring like thunder, Bright as lightning, Sparkling with wonder. Last decade I grew,…… Read more “The Start of an Age”
Don’t You
To Cole Phone in my hand, lying on the floor, Sobbing in rage, fury in my core. To your credit, you’re one smooth-talker, Well-coiffed but one snake…… Read more “Don’t You”
Life as a Barista
I stand on the threshold, Gazing up with a mixture Of apprehension and excitement. Take a deep breath, Take it one step at a time. The door…… Read more “Life as a Barista”
Enter the New Martha Stewart
I stand at the stove, nostrils tingling as sweet scents intrude. My fingers dance over the food; Spices, wines, delectable brews Splash in the pan With a…… Read more “Enter the New Martha Stewart”
The Banana Car Conundrum
My eyes dart wildly, apprehensive at every turn. A blue one here, a black one there, and I feel myself relax. And then a flash of color,…… Read more “The Banana Car Conundrum”
Insomnia (The Sleep-Deprived Ramblings of an Exhausted College Student)
In the Still of the Night, the cool wind howling, no soul in sight, only the stars seem alive. Winking, shining, smiling on Earth from Millions of…… Read more “Insomnia (The Sleep-Deprived Ramblings of an Exhausted College Student)”
Tyger Tyger, Burning Bright
…in the forests of the night. What immortal eye can frame thy fearful symmetry?” I have had this poem stuck in my head ALL DAY. It’s been…… Read more “Tyger Tyger, Burning Bright”
Life of Busy Nothings 