as she departs greece

“This is all a parlor trick. You lovely statues are liars,” she whispers into cave vapors,
pressing her finger to the ear of the temple god made of earthly stone.

“Look at the lengths to which we humans will go in the act of assigning meaning to a world of happenstance.”

The deity has no response, nor would it ever, no matter what was said.

The sacred record player scratches vinyl to it’s death.

Lantern flames cease to dance.

She turns her back to the idol and the promise of a waiting heaven.

Her feet step to avoid the bones and rotting meat of sacrificial lambs who had come before her as she makes her way back to the entrance.

“We are nothing, we mean nothing, we are here for no good reason, and we are miraculous for it. The beauty and freedom of that is lost in all this fuss…this superstitious need for locusts, devils, and bloody rain.”

The deity maintains it’s silence.

She emerges into the light shouting, “Yeah, that’s what I thought you would say…”

Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

vinnie pupparino’s sidewalk haiku

mom put on her shoes
something good always happens
we walk and waggle

Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

they say jupiter was a prick

the clouds of neighboring gods
have started talking on their lawns

you should have see her
juno with her robes torn
black eyed fallen
escorted from mount olympus
to an awaiting cop car

him raging out the front door
hurling her shoes, fur coats, and lighting bolts

their celestial children
sent to earthly foster homes

poetry Uncategorized

island ruins

marble statues of my gods

voluntarily shatter into the sea

as my naiveté dives

for blackened pearls


my siren tail dances

amidst sargasso netting


i could die happily

breathing sea water


those standing upon the shore

casting hooks

screaming do not save her

have never bothered

to know me