the gourd ladle
cradle for her practiced tongue
blackberry brandy amish cough syrup
honey lemon and peppermint schnapps
coating lips dye the rumor in beet juice
so it sets in she knows I'm naturally hung
she spreads it on canvas antler in deep
let it seep
so it's as red as
strawberry spinach scandal
what the copper hair knows intrigues her silent
reminds her of her own fiery side of the garden
I understand turnips and winter garlic collide with
ancient misunderstanding and blankets warm inner peace
in my sack of cherrystones her candle
choices unfulfilled
eyeliner draws scandal at midlife
copper sets her right shiny as moonlight
muses have their hands full and they know
what's best for her and so do you dye the rumor
in beet juice
this is beautiful & tender
some truths we should always know
and give to ourself no matter what
barbed fences and horse hewn posts
some prisons are invisible...
Martin Powers wanted an ironing board for Christmas. Instead, he got . . . Matthew Kieler, a non-returnable gift, but a gift that kept on giving. A powerful tale of survival, compassion and unapologetic love in the time of AIDS.
During the 1960's a young soldier struggles with basic training, a bully sergeant and his own inner demons. A tale of struggle, redemption and survival.
Martin Powers wanted an ironing board for Christmas. Instead, he got . . . Matthew Kieler, a non-returnable gift, but a gift that kept on giving. A powerful tale of survival, compassion and unapologetic love in the time of AIDS.
some truths we should always know
and give to ourself no matter what
barbed fences and horse hewn posts
some prisons are invisible...
Love Abundance
Vickie xo