My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
Summer time blues drift off as fall rattles its cageThe wind is blowing a gut punch across the sky; with the hopes of some spontaneous recognition Fourth floor apartment to the left; stereo cranked up torches everyone in ear shot...a minimum ten block radiusA memory tapping melody that drifts;lifting the air to an all encompassing …
...if i could i would take a train metro north, GCS grab a cab 14th w39th street ferry terminal step on board - 2nd stop hobo call lyft, palisades ave kiss the 1st boy that opens the door kiss the 2nd boy sitting on the steps i'd never forget you, but my memories wouldn't be …
Summer sanctuary quarantined haven, without any sense of what day of the week it is And just as everything begins to blur; one day, occasionally playfully, running into the next, a shift in the cosmos sets my thoughts into a fragmented stream of color - a heavenly spiral upward There's a history, a commonality; cyber-space …
If I say words soft and gentle, harsh or vulgar, hold my child close to my breast or have none by choice; if I walk in high heels or barefoot, juggling life and love, work; either way it is all perception depending on which way you hold the prism rainbow glare magnifying all that is …
You look at me with wide eyes and wonder I tell you - you cant judge a book by its cover And I'm asking you to take a moment Take a quiet moment and think it through ...I never said I walked on water but I can feel the magic in the air and I …
Trilby Yates 