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Freely throw me overboard – even with zest, with oomph, with a determination boarding on aggression. Then go about your business as though your vessel were secure.

» Posted By TheBess On 04.11.2013 @ 9:33 pm


Dipping in joy
Dabbling in melancholy
Blending isolation, appreciation
Smearing searing pain
With smudged but vibrant love
Clashing perspectives with
Wide, unbending strokes
Of anger, remorse, forgiveness
Touching up with grace

» Posted By TheBess On 12.13.2011 @ 11:28 am


You offer only pretense, show, served up on a forgettable platter by unremarkably gloved hands and weak arms, and you call it ‘edgy’.

» Posted By Thebess On 10.02.2011 @ 11:19 pm


Lap it up. Suck. Gather. Take and take and take. Do not give. Do not offer. Do not budge. One day, you will be full and you will overflow. But today is not that day. Today, and for days to come, you are a sponge, a thundering river in the making.

» Posted By TheBess On 09.01.2011 @ 12:26 pm


Draw me a bird, a lamp, and a thunderbolt, if you can manage it. Give me flight, and light, and an unmistakeable voice.

» Posted By Thebess On 08.08.2011 @ 4:44 am


A rigid plank told by the world to break, unbending, on which the world, in time, shuffles in a single file line across the deadly ravine that cuts deep between its present and its future.

» Posted By TheBess On 04.06.2011 @ 7:22 am


My requirement is a division to provide for a future that is whole. Your requirement is a wholeness that is sure to bring division. God help me. God help you. Meantime, my heart is sore.

» Posted By TheBess On 03.21.2011 @ 10:46 am


Your heart is as fixed as is a bird to a gas lamp, and your eyes are no steadier.

» Posted By TheBess On 03.14.2011 @ 4:54 pm


His polished shoe and greeting did nothing for her. After the evening she had just passed, with her dreams cracked open and bleeding like a hemophiliac’s last ditch effort at normalcy, she would have liked to see him looking just a little ragged.

» Posted By TheBess On 01.11.2011 @ 2:14 am


No, no, you have it all wrong. It’s December. You should be asking me about lights and trees and fat men and greed and generosity and parking space disputes and crowds and family time and the Sun God as opposed to Jesus and endless jolly-annoying jingles and cookies and snow and kisses inspired by poisonous plants! What is this bunny business?

» Posted By TheBess On 12.02.2010 @ 1:28 pm


He clung to her with all the desperation of a life and love in crisis while she chatted in unsympathetic whispers with her cold, cold lady friends.

» Posted By TheBess On 11.15.2010 @ 7:41 pm


“Take your time, drink it deeply, because you will never go back and your world will never be the same.” Forgetting herself, she threw it back in hopes of forgetting them.

» Posted By TheBess On 11.03.2010 @ 2:13 am


Her face was raw all throughout the morning, tinglingly numb by the most romantic anesthetic available, and the deadness of her lippy nerves bespoke her waking soul.

» Posted By TheBess On 10.21.2010 @ 7:10 pm


8 rubies for my baby sweet
8 sandstones for a lady’s treat
8 sprinkled churros warm and soft
8 decks of cards held aloft
8 honeybees heading west
8 tablespoons of lemon zest
8 bites she took of buttered toast
8 times he said he loved her most

» Posted By TheBess On 10.19.2010 @ 12:03 am


Lights down. Audience hushes. Curtains up on a surly ruffian and his desperate maiden, unaware of her own purity and the liberty waiting just offstage for its queue.

» Posted By TheBess On 10.17.2010 @ 8:16 pm


“Telescope!” she screamed, with her back against the wall like a pinned wrestler. “It’s behind the telescope!” But he was distracted by the heavens and couldn’t spare the time to rescue her from the midnight intruders.

» Posted By TheBess On 10.17.2010 @ 12:23 am


True confidence is when you stand at the checkout counter, greasy hair, sandals over mid-calf socks, cut-off shorts and an ill-fitting, wrinkled flannel, thinking you’re cool. In addition to “confident” we also call this “ridiculous”.

» Posted By TheBess On 10.13.2010 @ 7:41 am


Your chatter is endlessly offering nothing. Shoosh. Hear that? It’s wisdom whispering, and you’re missing it.

» Posted By TheBess On 10.10.2010 @ 10:28 am


I am shuffling my feet after years of standing very, very still. I’m sorry, my composure is slipping and my eagerness begins to show. How much longer? How much longer?

» Posted By TheBess On 09.26.2010 @ 10:47 pm


Was he bound by promises or by his honest heart? Did it matter? My guess is not.

» Posted By TheBess On 09.24.2010 @ 11:56 pm


She thought she was simply going about her business. No great moment for which to pose. No memory in the making. Just tending her tender seedlings. But it was a great moment. And the memory proved indelible. He had a mug of coffee in his hand.

» Posted By TheBess On 09.23.2010 @ 8:30 am


No one ever said that time without space, meatballs and you would pass with ease.

» Posted By TheBess On 09.21.2010 @ 6:22 pm


She took a long, enthusiastic drought, the bits her mouth could not take spilling over and streaking down her cheeks and chin in eerie triumph. She slammed her plastic cup down on the table so hard, it cracked. Across the room, he laughed jocularly with a few of his most vacuous comrades, never knowing how the fist his lip was about to meet would sting in its smallness.

» Posted By TheBess On 09.15.2010 @ 8:53 am


I can see the anger, the disdain scribbled all over their faces. They consider us a nuisance. They think we’re pushy. I consider them expendable. Me and my kid and my bulldozer.

» Posted By TheBess On 09.08.2010 @ 9:07 am


Now, c’mon that wasn’t fair. You MUST be looking for a reason to keep your job. It just expired, like, 120 seconds ago. Haven’t you ever made a 120-second miscalculation? These heels slow me waaaaay down. I mean, I’m just trying to make a living, here. Wait. You too?

» Posted By TheBess On 05.14.2009 @ 2:19 pm


He stood afar off, working his equipment like an old, silent friend. He hadn’t worn a hard hat for years. The mountainous pile of shredded rock was a strange comfort to his regretful, squinting, surveying gaze.

» Posted By TheBess On 12.29.2008 @ 11:15 am


Give me a break. I’m rather done with this dissembling. Give me my Santa socks back. Give me my ruby red nail polish back. Give me my notebook, my traveling coffee mug and my heart back. Happy Holidays.

» Posted By TheBess On 12.26.2008 @ 8:45 am


Yesterday is done and gone, along with its oppressions, tremors and pain. Today is still. Tomorrow’s forecast: reign.

» Posted By TheBess On 12.21.2008 @ 6:05 pm


I’m crammed in the crevice where the forces of my obligations, my choices, my ambitions and my calling meet. And I can’t… budge.

» Posted By TheBess On 01.27.2009 @ 5:55 pm


Dead and gone. That is, his every dream, his every hope, his every perfectly marinated rib and brew. A future as dead and gone as Brad.

» Posted By TheBess On 01.23.2009 @ 11:54 am

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