SILVER-GREY
For a while I dark-greyed,
dipping beneath joy,
rummaging for a ladder
among my health’s debris.
BETWEEN HEMISPHERES: Notes from the rude hours
Who is the creature lurking deep inside the woodpile,
sharpening tiny teeth on kindling?
THE DEEP END: Where the Wild Things Went
How it entices,
the deep end –
a dark danger
painted the colour of mystery
by dodgy individuals dipped in seduction,
masters of lure and cajole.
A LINGUISTIC FANDANGO – Words with hips!
Today, how about a word fandango?
Maybe we swizzle a little salsa on our verbs,
spike our nouns with a glug of bachata,
and serve paso doble with a tumble of adjectives.
THE RICKY MARTIN COUNTDOWN CRISIS: the story of a nutcase desperately trying to get to the concert, sung to the tune of The Teddy Bear’s Picnic
Sung to the tune of THE TEDDY BEAR’S PICNIC
MY NAME IS SERENDIPITY: A love letter to the magic that shows up in life right on time.
My name is Serendipity,
I’m wonder become true.
A fabulous conspiracy
of awesomeness for you.
WONDER WOMAN, UNCORSETED: Long live the wobble, the wiggle, the woman!
Go on, wiggle, jiggle, be free!
MY HORRENDOUS, BEAUTIFUL, SURPRISINGLY GOOD YEAR: Socially obliterating? Absolutely. Soul-crushing? Pas du tout!
A veces bien, y a veces mal, as Ricky Martin says in the song.
