Preview: Letters to a Prisoner by Connie D.
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Friday, December 17, 2010
Loose Optimism
Cool sun
dries dark tear stains
red tea roses climb up
a gray wall barricade dead house
dreams crushed.
Black couch
leather harvests
mold spores, dead insects mass
along border, red spiders head
clean-up.
Red rose
rescues spirit
blackness leaves horizon
pregnant with well-fed deceit
black hole.
House waits
for new owners
to repaint ruddy walls
black fish jump, swim pond’s boundary
life peaks.
Red sun
trails moon
lifts morning’s black cover
chasing loose dreams like a lover
best prize.
dries dark tear stains
red tea roses climb up
a gray wall barricade dead house
dreams crushed.
Black couch
leather harvests
mold spores, dead insects mass
along border, red spiders head
clean-up.
Red rose
rescues spirit
blackness leaves horizon
pregnant with well-fed deceit
black hole.
House waits
for new owners
to repaint ruddy walls
black fish jump, swim pond’s boundary
life peaks.
Red sun
trails moon
lifts morning’s black cover
chasing loose dreams like a lover
best prize.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Habilitat Presents: Cornelia DeDona: Letters to a Prisoner
Happy Holidays!
I will be on local TV in Hawaii in January, put this on your calendars and thanks for watching!
Habilitat Presents: Cornelia DeDona: Letters to a Prisoner
1/11/11 Tue 6:00 pm FOCUS 49
1/12/11 Wed 1:00 pm FOCUS 49
1/13/11 Thu 8:00 am OAHU 52
1/14/11 Fri 3:00 pm FOCUS 49
I will be on local TV in Hawaii in January, put this on your calendars and thanks for watching!
Habilitat Presents: Cornelia DeDona: Letters to a Prisoner
1/11/11 Tue 6:00 pm FOCUS 49
1/12/11 Wed 1:00 pm FOCUS 49
1/13/11 Thu 8:00 am OAHU 52
1/14/11 Fri 3:00 pm FOCUS 49
Friday, December 10, 2010
Bumbucha Dreams
Bruno and Zeus stay howling.
Da blast
skyrockets me towards Pluto
where I crash land.
One blue-tongued plutonian
points at
plenty kanes, all named Lars
in der bebadeez.
Dey ski past.
Shoots, I follow dem.
Seconds pass, I ripped
from da blue tundra
by one nodda wail.
I spock da ambulance
speeding from da North Shore.
I stay talking Italian
to one Russian tita
wit one blue smile.
I drink one beeg Slurpee.
Da siren no’moa.
I ski to da fewcha
wea ereteeng blue.
I jettin wit Willie K.
on top da ocean.
Garrens!
Wat dat mean cuz?
Da blast
skyrockets me towards Pluto
where I crash land.
One blue-tongued plutonian
points at
plenty kanes, all named Lars
in der bebadeez.
Dey ski past.
Shoots, I follow dem.
Seconds pass, I ripped
from da blue tundra
by one nodda wail.
I spock da ambulance
speeding from da North Shore.
I stay talking Italian
to one Russian tita
wit one blue smile.
I drink one beeg Slurpee.
Da siren no’moa.
I ski to da fewcha
wea ereteeng blue.
I jettin wit Willie K.
on top da ocean.
Garrens!
Wat dat mean cuz?
Monday, December 6, 2010
Christmas Scent
Pine needles leave trail
carpet stairs with fresh clean scent
boosting sapped spirits.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Red Sunrise
Demands
surprise
blazes hot before your eyes.
Drips sublime
from its climb
trade winds leave
scarlet weave
crimson blush
dazzling brush.
surprise
blazes hot before your eyes.
Drips sublime
from its climb
trade winds leave
scarlet weave
crimson blush
dazzling brush.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
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