Water water wets my whistle salts my tears runs down the panes of windows courses through my bloodstream floats in my eye flows down the planes of my face quenches my thirst cleanses my body nourishes my being the color of water appears clear in the liquid we drink white in rushing rivers green in …
WIND IN THE ICE CAVE blows round my empty heartspreading throughthe ice cavechillingeven passion’s firenot stoppingdispersing all emotionsup, down, aroundstalactitesbreathing intoevery veinchilling (champagne)in the ice caveof lost lovebits chip offquietmeltthread thinsilenceCRACKsnapped finishedENDED by Janet Brugos, Paris, France 1993
2020 Masks days of yoreon the radiothat masked manfollowed by the thunder of hoof beats. now, no hoof beatsthumping heart beatshiding behind that paper maskthat medical grade surgical maskor that piece of fashion mask Are we inan annual, biennial or dreaded perennial mask year mask as a disguiseplayful or sinisterintention is preventionhiding dropletsto protect others …
Spirits of Recoleta ©2006 by Janet Brugos (private collection) Dreams Day dreams are goals. Night dreams are conflict resolutions. I have used both To enjoy some magnificent adventures. starting with My trip to Europe with my Girl Scout Troop at age sixteen. I worked to earn the money for it. Which was a life lesson …
Anchor ball. Belted ball. Cinch ball. Dunked ball. Elevated ball. Foul ball. Ground ball. High Ball. Eye ball. Jumping ball. Kept ball. Loosing ball. Mushroom ball. No ball. Out ball. Passing ball. Que ball. Ruffled ball. Snow ball. Tennis ball. Upper ball. Vicious ball. Winning ball. X ball. Yucky ball. Zee ball.
“Here, take this.” “No, you take that.” “Are you going to give up?” “Are you going to take up?” “Take up what? “Take up the cause?” “What Cause?” “What matters?” “What matters to you or what matters to me?” “Why do you ask?” “Well, it is not clear. Is this for you or is …
My grandmother and her two sisters lived in the small town of Beulah, Colorado. Nora Annie England Challinor Thomson was an intellectual, talented woman who was always positive. She had a deep sense of caring for all people. My grandmother was dignified, had a keen interest in history, played the piano and loved to …
Free write. Free, right? Is that really free? I don’t have to pay for it. Wow. Is that the rite of free. Free what? Freedom, now that is a good concept. We all don’t have it but aspire to it. Write, right, rite. Is it a rite to write? If it is whatever comes to …