Tuesday Tidbits 22 NOV 13

Lighthouse beacon

The Crimson blaze of her lips

through the fog

City siren 

Flashing past 

Too cherry lips 

Full Moon 

One hand on her belly

She rises

Kissing
his name in black granite
Sliver of moon 

Snowstorm 

The Bread aisle's
shiny white shelves 

 

Spring morning 

Dust rises with the rhythm

of the broom

Summer sunset 

A voice falling 

into a cellphone 

 

Blowing

Up and down the Boardwalk

Runny noses
 

Still Life 

with Arizona Iced Tea 

and Skittles 

 

Plunging deeper 

into her neckline 

November moon

 

And until next we meet, may all your potatoes be sweet (and dusted with cinnamon.)