When Moody Met Mayhem or If Poetry was a Person…

Hello. Hi. I’m Moody. I am called Mayhem. I’m glad to meet you, Moody. How do you know that you are glad to meet me? You’re beautiful. Oh, well, Sometimes, I suppose, gee, thanks. I’m sure you’d like to know a bit more about me, right? Sure, yes, I guess, only if you want to…

Wayne

Before Magazine covers of white dresses in lush green parks I stared at everything wondering Trailed by plucked petals of sacrificial plant life Why I couldn’t seem to have While family and friends and frienemies clapped The lovely life And they cried and cheered in unison and I do my damsel in distress Routine I…

One fizzy soul mate per customer coming right up

Original Photograph by PMMA     I’m trying to understand the notion of THE soulmate. As of now there are at least 7 billion of us on this shining water ball. About 3 billion who are date-able. About 1 billion that speak my language. About 1 million in my age range who also watched the Electric…

Julian

Gleam. I want that sparkle. Hatred. The kind that feels like love Sultry. Tossed off in public but we both know… Facinator. The hat and the kind of person. Suck. All of it out of you and I will. Or it will. Or they will. Choose me. Blood. Your juice. My life. Tastes small Compared…