Monthly Archives: November 2018

Man Servant

Published November 10, 2018 in Genevieve , George - 0 Comments

Man Servant

George wasn’t sure

how he felt about

being referred to as a factotum.

Here he’d stayed devoted

to Genevieve,

even after their separation.

She had moved on

and married Max.

It was awkward at first,

George lingered

and still swept the front,

brought her coffee every morning.

Then it came to her,

he would become her general factotum.

Jack of whatever it was she needed done.

It made perfect sense.

She could trust him,

he would do anything she said (or asked?),

and he wasn’t leaving anyway,

so why not put him to work?

“Idle minds are the devil’s pillow”,

she reasoned.

El Verano

Published November 7, 2018 in Lizette - 0 Comments

El Verano

The cactus pears were sweet.

A pain in the ass to peel,

with all the spikes.

Had to use lots of hardware.

Gloves, knives, forks and pliers.

It was like doing surgery.

Dangerous on the outside,

but sweet on the inside.

“Like me”, thought Lizette.

She peeled two

and sliced them.

Took them to bed.

Got under the covers

and turned on the tv.

Ate a slice,

it reminded her of her childhood,

Hot August night,

Abuela peeling a whole

basket full of them.

For Papi to make wine.

Her phone buzzed.

Texts from him and two others.

She ate a third slice,

it tasted just like summer.

He could wait,

it had been almost 3 hours

since she had heard from him.

La Llorona

Published November 5, 2018 in Barbosa , LA Stories - 0 Comments

La Llorona

The house was a rental and

everyone was a little mental.

(In a good way.)

A mariachi outfit

and a couple of mechanics.

Lot’s of people,

family,

and lots of music.

It was Dia de los Muertos.

Remembering, those

they had lost.

Tio Anthony,

Marcos, Abuela,

and Tita Maxine.

They sang

El dia de muertos

because it was also

about love.

We’re all going to die,

we might as well

get as much love as we can

in the meantime.

And give as much

as we are able.

All Hallows

Published November 1, 2018 in Uncategorized - 0 Comments

All Hallows

N. ventured out.

He didn’t remember the dead,

because he didn’t think they were dead.

When he walked down the street,

people thought,

‘That’s a very convincing costume.

Who’s he trying to be?”

He has always known

how to navigate the in between spaces.

The hallways, the alleyways,

the dark rooms next to the bathroom.

He glided between them.

He preferred the shadows,

they hid his differences.

He didn’t care about power or control.

His concern was finding the crease,

that led to the in between spaces.