Light at the End of the DayDark thoughts, dark art, dark nightI’m tired and I have no fight. Dark poetry, dark words His photos were a bright spot. The light attracted me. Water and sky get my favor So I look and I savor the light, the beach, the sky. Photographer, come and laugh with me. Laughter and light is how I think of your art. What can I say? You came and laughed with meyou were a bright spot in my day.Antoinette Marie "Toni" Nartker
freudian slipsWhat I should have said was “Hello, you are gorgeous.”You were walking the corridors and I was leaning against a table and putting pressure on the screws and smiles holding up your defenses. You had no words spilling from your eager mouth, and my lips were all too happy to toe the line between suave and smug. There was something in the way you blushed when you divulged your name that made my heart skitter with nostalgia and optimism for tomorrow, but my larynx was conspiring to condemn me, drinking deep from the fountain of cynicism.What I said was“What’s up?”======What I should have said was“Your s
theme fifteen - silencei.we used to sprawl ourselves acrossbaseball diamonds and i would tell youabout the creatures in the amorphous cloudsyour lack of appreciation made them disappearii.i wrote you a song and handed youthe lyrics; i played the music and saidyou were supposed to sing along; yoursilent vocal chords were the worst harmonyiii.there was a monster under my bed whoneeded a story to fall asleep; i asked youto tell us one and you stared blankly at mei felt gnarled paws scratching at my mattressiv.after a hailstorm of hurt i told you to shoutmy name when you needed my helpone night i found you bruised and frayed atthe
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