Scam artist ~preyed on teenage girls.Sarah was smitten.Invited to the party,good and plenty ripewith handsome bachelorsall waiting to score. Twenty years her junior,mints in his pocketto wash away whiskey breath,he sidled up to her.Join me outside?I’m not into alcoholnot into… Continue reading →| lillian the home poet
KIT KAT KLUB HEADLINERS TONIGHT Mr. Goodbar and the Red Hots jazz like you’ve never heard it before! The Sugar Babies, Twizzlers and Sweetarts let your imaginations think about that! Mike & Ike serving the best hootch in town great… Continue reading →| lillian the home poet
We trekked our way through glorious scenery that year. The Teton mountains witnessed our love grow as we explored their many trails. We held hands walking through fields of wildflowers as spring bloomed. That summer we ran along Jenny Lake… Continue reading →| lillian the home poet
Rooftops cold, lifeless.No sharing. No caring. Deadmetaphorically. Values depleted.Hopper’s view of the future,stark warning. Resist. Jarring emptiness.Where were you when it happened?Democra…| lillian the home poet
Time moves incessantly ambles as we stroll rolls as we revel cascades in times of joyturning, flowing, always forward. Time separates, even while moving forward.Distance added to time.Friends diverge to their own paths amble, roll, cascade.But true friendship transcends time.… Continue reading →| lillian the home poet
. . . thrive in this topsy-turvey world.I shall walk upside down, toes in the stars,leaving diamond shaped footsteps in the sky. When down is up and in is out,I shall put my forearms in earth’s ric…| lillian the home poet
When I think of agingvisions of nature appear poetically,ready to be written across the page.But my hand tremor sets script askew,not unlike a preschooler’sfirst attempt at printing their name. Nature’s brightly pink ruffled peonyonce perkily perched, quite the showy thing,gleamed… Continue reading →| lillian the home poet
Six minutes a widow.The sun kept shining,the clock kept ticking,but your heart stopped.Absolutely stopped. I remember my screams,ambulance sirens.They rushed you away from me.Ushered me into a private waiting room.I waited for forever it seemed. Then that humming, beeping room.Monitor… Continue reading →| lillian the home poet
Chiseled jaw, high cheekbones.Tired eyes glance sideways,energy depleted. Joyless.Her exquisitely shaped lipsrouged deepest red.Closed, not pursed, yet somehow gentle.Dark tendrils hang beside her …| lillian the home poet
Everyday wide apertures:newsprint, television, radio.Second or third-hand glimpse of another’s plight.Photographers knowwide apertures provide shallow depth. Until that day, that’s what I had. That day, strolling the cruise ship’s deck,my privileged promenadewas suddenly interrupted.What I’d read about, heard on the… Continue reading →| lillian the home poet
