In Lieu of Flowers
* A collaboration with my good friend, Poet Stephan Anstey. Old Martin Felmsley crooked his brow as he sipped the sassafras tea, slowly set words to his tongue, and held them for almost ever. This silence was sugar. His reckless thoughts careened through the café window to the delicate sashay of the delightful Thelma Hurstenkorn. The nameless woman in soft pink, whose life he would sip, warm and sweet, until, years later, years later when he could not die easily for want of that moment abandoned on Thurber Street. In the side of the blink of her green eye he sidled beneath the coffee-stained streetlight vibrating with youth, painted strong with a palate of pump and potential. Eyes closed, he lurched along the sheen of her lower lip, where anticipation was once the boundless cadence. Old Martin Felmsley un-crooked his brow, wished a kiss cried opportunity, missed the sassafras sweet tea and love. One instant etched upon his headstone a mad mad dash between the years.
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I have been writing poetry and fiction for several years now. It is truely one of my great pleasures in life to create beauty with words.
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