IT’S COMPLICATED

  I understand some people being so angry they are having a hard time wanting to move forward. I read a lot of fear and sadness and hateful posts and I get it. It’s emotional. We have a lot at stake. I don’t judge you for it and I’ll never say “just get over it”…

WHEN YOU ARE DEAD

When you are dead You don’t care That blemish Just a blemish Your weight Just a number The gossip Just stories The haters Just puppets When you are dead The dreams Are just movies The hopes Just a waste of time The work Just distraction When you are dead If you could wish And you…

INEVITABLY

Beginnings are sneaky You can avoid them But the chaos finds ways To wrap them up Disguising them in nerves And butterflies And swimming thoughts Lacing them in hopes And icing them with dreams But underneath everything They hide nasty secrets Covered so cleverly In sparkles and glitter Ribbons and bows It is hard to…

HIS ABSENCE

Rain fell from a black sky But the sand beneath her Drank it from existence And she stood waiting As the rain fell on her Face, neck, arms, breasts Accumulating As if she was made of wax Her body was exposed Naked And spotted with age Her hair was long The color of tarnished nickel…

SLOW REALIZATION

She had been lying on the floor staring at the ceiling for some length of time.  The sun had come and gone and the day had not made any new marks upon her recollection.  Realization would come.  But not right now. Eventually she would fall asleep and dream about screaming cats and falling rainbows.  Hordes…

#BeREALATIONSHIPS: OH BROTHER

Please welcome Don Ortolano to #BeREALationships. Where did this relationship between brothers start? Well, actually, it started before my younger brother, Robert, was even born. I recall the day well, even though it is in many ways, an eternity ago. It was one of those beautiful, cool sunny days in New York and I was…

#BeReal-MY RELATIONSHIP WITH TIME

Time. We manipulate it somehow.  The world does. Or society does with our schedules and our routines.  Our calendars and the way we mark off the years.  The way we pencil in meetings and make plans that we either rush towards or cancel. Time. It is the one constant. A rigid passing that we can…