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poetry

parting my lips

i am not

an easy person to love

yet he does it with aplomb

this man who makes the sun

rise and set

by parting my lips with his

slowly

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Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

starlight

we were
front porch of the bar
refugees

escaping the after midnight noise
and creeping stench of miller high life

seeking a rock
elevated enough
to smoke a cigarette

upon sitting
he insisted i should wrap myself in his coat
to take away the chill
of late september

he kissed the spot deemed sacred
in my hairline

then asked

Baby, did you know the stars don’t really twinkle? Atmospheric conditions block the light from reaching are eyes intermittently and create the illusion of twinkling light.

i remembered that night
yesterday afternoon
as i taught my circle time enraptured students
about the universe
the milky way galaxy
and a mnemonic device for recalling
the names of all nine planets

pluto still exists in my classroom

and for a moment

so did my love for you

as joey left holding hands
asking his father

Guess what Miss Alicia taught me today? Stars don’t really twinkle! It’s an atmospheric interruption of light…