Author Archives: prufrock21

We got together and the day was fine. It was raining rockets in old Palestine. We ate and drank Ramiro’s homemade brew. In Sarajevo they served nothing new. I think it’s right we congregate so cheery. The pain of others … Continue reading →

Marilyn Monroe died, a phone clutched in her hand. Her precious life reduced to this: a single phone call. And just the operator there to comfort her, in this, her final hours before the curtain falls, and say, “Sorry, wrong … Continue reading →

Negev Desert The air was cool inside the cave, which for the most part lay in shadows. Halimeh would do the washing of dishes when the sun’s rays reached the floor of the cave, otherwise the cold temperature would numb … Continue reading →

The faces of the souls I see inconsequential as ghosts in the cracks of a funhouse mirror.   The funhouse mirror: how many cracks on its surface left by lonely people?

Peace I desire and time without clamor. I am dove of day, bird of peace and light. My steps an enigma, my heart a banner. Honor is worn like protective armor When death runs slow with mayhem and might. Peace … Continue reading →

A word to the wise: if God had intended for mortals to fly, He would have given them wings and a return ticket. I get the willies inside a jumbo jet, flying. Icarus, punch drunk on oxygen no doubt, was … Continue reading →

1. Dusk Darkness is the apparatus and my arms a cradle to assuage your trembling heart 2. Midnight For every  star out will you grant a kiss to satisfy this pagan desire? 3. Dawn Night the veil, like thieves we … Continue reading →

A clarity of dreams anticipates your return and in my eyes awaits an audience of stars. Strong waves lash my arms, wet with the Caribbean’s spindrift air and willful northeasterly winds. A stretched galactic canvas, here lies an ecstasy of … Continue reading →

For Beth A torso severed at the waist delineates the province of a demon-fevered dream. Doll-like, bleached white, her body is deliberately posed, not reverently poised. The knife blade can be seen to kiss both cheeks such that the perverted … Continue reading →

“I’ll tell you one thing. It only took me a second to get her out of it.”–P. Diddy For JL Her dress, it is a gossamer thing of intense beauty, Light and lavish as it drapes her cinnamon skin. When … Continue reading →