Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Dirty Beauty Secrets

(A haiku collection)
Hides bags like a girl with a
Shopping addiction
Jar of Vaseline;
Crumpled, dirty tissues
Left by the bed
Place cool cucumber
Down on swollen skin
Not carry-on baggage


Tuesday, March 4, 2014


We dance in life’s masquerade
Knowing it’s all a charade
Masks on, smiles bright
Eyes reveal all, out like a light
Life is a masquerade!
And fake it we do
Partnering with a pleasantry or two
In an effort to appear sane
In this dance of pain
Life is a masquerade!
Hiding gut-wrenching truths
Afraid to let the marbles fall loose
Left exposed on the floor
For the world to trounce and ignore
Life is a masquerade!
A Phantom side of the face
Too dark and disturbing to embrace
Because ugly is something shunned
By a society on prescribed elation
Life is a masquerade!
But there are too many stories to tell
About this slow dance in hell
So these masks we pull back
Courage to tell our stories at last
Revealing this masquerade!
Ending this masquerade!


Saturday, March 1, 2014

Night Caps

(A haiku collection)

He ordered Ginger
And whiskey before leaving
To play with fire

Too many dirty
Martinis on rooftops lead to
Penthouse bathroom lines

Tennessee whiskey
The honey in my tea
Sweet pillow talk