I untie my shoelaces, then take a photograph of the rainbow. It’s the first one I’ve seen all year. I take off my shoes and socks and wiggle my toes in the water. There is a gentle rustling in the trees. A squirrel peers out.
You’re writing to an author with a Crooked smile and A book of rhymes You use your best paper But you don’t expect a reply Your best friends don’t have time for letters And your girlfriend She is busy finding Different excuses Not to come
We met in Chicago by the stainless steel bean You pointed out a cloud that resembled James Dean We sat under the shiny legume shaped sculpture Said that we were making time for culture Beneath the omphalos we stood Our reflections all bendy and weird
The Tattooed Man, having just fallen backwards into the river, floats gently downstream. Blood gushes from an open wound in his chest. Somebody is running away. Back at the Big Tent it’s clown hour. Children watch in terror as the painted ghouls run around throwing
Seems like folks turn into things That they’d never want The only thing to live for Is today… ‘I Don’t Wanna Grow Up’ ~ Tom Waits My horoscope says a ‘new me’ is emerging, whatever that means. It also says I should be more
Elle never read her horoscope. She’d never been to see a medium. She’d never used Tarot cards. She didn’t believe in psychics or ghosts and she didn’t worry if she saw a lone magpie. She was far too rational for any of that superstitious nonsense. So why she was willing to let a plastic toy make life
‘8 Ball’ by Suzi Rose Tweet