Skating on the Edge of Sanity

She was always the woman poised on

the edge of a river with her bruised

eyes and weeping hair. We moved to

California to drink in the sunlight,

but in that city of angels she heard

their clear voices calling up the dead

from that famous crack in the earth.


Let go of these shadows I say,

but this is the voice of the sane,

she is already,

fragile

breaking

broken.


I find myself in that silent place

wanting to take her hand and

cross over these hyphenated

lines,

Bi-polar

Paranoid-Schizophrenic

but she is a mind grappling

a vast chasm between us

no bigger than a silken thread.

Breathing in Darkness

This darkness wrapped around

me like a cocoon against this

room full of awkward tongues.

Their vitriol hanging from knowing

smiles and cradled in cupped

hands. I tell myself it doesn’t

matter as I feel my chest heave

with their malice which has coated

my lungs like coal dust.

Refund

You would love to see that fortune

teller in Jackson Square again.

The one that told you it was good

luck when a bird shit on your

shoulder.

Phantoms and Tail Lights

Idyllic scars oozed from a ribbon of asphalt,

forlorn windows gaze from derelict houses their

shadows stretched out like gravestones in the

late afternoon sun. A broken down café smiles


with the promise of real home cooking, echoing

with the clink clink clink of cutlery on plates. A

town of phantoms and tail lights shimmering on the

surface of the silver pool of your rear view mirror.

Gaining notice for an instant before slowly winking out.

News Item

Sorry I've been away. Real life getting in the way. I want to thank Rebecca, Petra and Mary Lou for the awards. (blushing) I will do a more detailed post when I get some time. Don't forget about me! :D

lots of love Sherry

From one Hockey Mom to another...

This cracked me up! I hope you enjoy!

I was just checking the CNN election tracker. It shows Texas 57% McCain to 38% Obama.
Seriously when are we going to make some changes in the voting process. I just feel what is the point of me voting. I think it is time to do away with the electoral college.

A Moment of Brilliance

I’m enmeshed in thinking,

ideas scrawled on wet

sand. I’m riding that satiny

place between just about to

discover and discovering,

words; that will make a

difference. Truth caught in

a net of punctuation. The


sun turns a fiery gaze

to consider the emerging

sea foam flowing, ebbing,

washing away. Frustration

tunneling into sweater pockets

pulled close against the

coming night, searching for

a glimmer of inspiration.




There are so many times when I am just about to fall asleep a great idea comes to me.
I always say I'll write it down in the morning and of course by then it is completely forgotten.