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The Principle

Published October 21, 2017 in Max , Ophelia - 0 Comments

The Principle

Ophelia was frantically packing all the things

that she could justify as being hers.

Which was basically everything.

After 15 years of marriage,

Max was left with the toaster

and 4 plates.

In her haste she threw away

on unopened bottle of dipping oil.

What you might have on fresh bread.

Max took it out of the trash,

why let it go to waste?

She saw he had saved it

and threw it back in the garbage.

Rather it wind up in landfill

than with him.

Ghost Dancer

Published October 6, 2017 in LA Stories , Ophelia - 0 Comments

Ghost Dancer

“You know how old the office is.

She came for a treatment and had a visitation.”

“It was a woman though.”

“Everyone who works there knows Fred.

He’s a spirit that everyone has seen.”

“No one has ever seen a woman before.”

“Apparently, she had some kind of cough.

Hacked and hacked like a smoker.”

“Fred would never smoke. He’s a dancer.

We’ve seen him Tango, I kid you not.”

The Good Silver

Published June 12, 2017 in Eve , Ophelia - 0 Comments

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Eve was out late and in a hurry to get to work.

She didn’t think about what she was doing.

Just put the fork in her bag and forgot it.

It was her step mother, Ophelia’s, favorite fork.

The only thing she would eat with.

She went hungry without it

and the whole house stopped.

Small Time Gambler

Published March 26, 2017 in Max , Ophelia - 0 Comments

Small Time Gambler

Blue light falling.

Ophelia hadn’t slept for months and the days all folded together like soft dough.

She spent her evenings bathed in blue flowers, playing digital roulette.

She’d gambled on him and lost everything.

Max smiled at her from across the table.

She then saw she’d also won someone who would never leave her.

Citric Acid

Published March 24, 2017 in Max , Ophelia - 0 Comments

Citric Acid

Max hatched the idea with her.

For lemonade, infused with rosemary.

Could have bought lemons, but it was more romantic to steal them.

From the neighbor’s yard.

He waited until midnight, walked past the house.

Turned around and walked back.

Jumped the fence.

The sensors tripped the lights, their dog lunged, and all hell broke loose.

For Me?

Published July 2, 2016 in Ophelia - 0 Comments

For Me?

Messing around with rhyming.

Thought I’d have some fun.

Nothing wrong with a little silliness.

Come Here

Published June 26, 2016 in Ophelia - 0 Comments

Come Here

Yup, those are Max’s balls.

She lets him keep them on his truck.

But, hey no judgement.

He’s trying to make it work and, mostly, it does.

On the Night Stand

Published June 13, 2016 in Max , Ophelia - 0 Comments

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Max had wanted her from the first.

Your freckles and long legs haunted me.

Ophelia seemed expert at keeping men at bay.

Made me want you more.

6 month courtship.

Finally she consented to a “fling”.

He left her apartment uncertain.

13 years later he woke up next to her and counted his lucky stars.

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Another couple, two more winding their way through love.

It’s hard to predict what the outcome will be.

But, they have each other. And sometimes that’s enough.

Save

Hazel

Published May 19, 2016 in Ophelia - 0 Comments

Hazel

Not quite brown.

And not really green.

A little abstract painting in each one.

Intelligent and plaintive.

Saw a tear leap out like a fish jumping.

Yet  joy is clearly visible when you smile.

Could spend all afternoon and evening,

looking for a place to rest inside them.

Quiet when you gaze back at me.

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Experimenting with that digital camera again. Love the way it creates distortion with movement. Hazel eyes are beautiful. I’m actually thinking of another character here, but we’ll wait to introduce her. It’s enough to see how much she is adored.