Making sense of life. One text at a time.
Fear Beer Mere Here Now she is not frightened of beer that smell he spat … Mere defense of her self then and she says: I am more of a wine person Here They are what she stands for Now helping others Mere goodwill toward Earth A peaceful life Here We walk around the lake and she speaks of life’s liberty and Now we've furnished the room in the attic and for years, we stay right Here
then I thought I stand to steer on the backseat watching out for her playing thimblerig with my marbles whirling wayward off my cozy cushion lying in her desolate sedan on roads running close sinking in potholes bumping in bends bare trees too swiftly swished away troubling tricks jolt my ejection seat unseeded in the race restless moves on no avail ability now the motor stalls still in the dead-end
The prompt in my writing workshop was, you guessed it, trickster.
The organizer of the writing workshops here in San Diego has contributed two poems to this blog: Ashen grey and The flower of thought.
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