Observation of a Man in a Diner

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He walks into the diner, alone, but he looks around.

Blue flannel and jeans, stringy brown hair, all 1990’s.

He sits in a booth by himself

Pushes his silverware out of the way,

And covers his eyes with his finger tips for a time

— Perhaps as respite,

Perhaps meditative.

His right leg bounces, dirty jeans,

Dirty under the nails, dirty tennis shoes.

He has ordered a coffee and a mimosa, but I can’t help think he is too young.

He feels a little better once he gets his food.

His leg stops shaking.

He smiles at a girl passing by, who doesn’t notice him.

“Diner Observation #1” by Vanessa Cate

Artwork: The Undone by Charles Wilkins

Resist Energy: Lust

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that touch of yours is as 

dangerous as

I’d expected.

— timid hands begging to be held,

stroked,

loved

in a lightless room where

no one

can hear our thoughts and

my weakness is concealed.

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And I know that when I do

press your gentle palm  against my own  for the first time

I will feel too much to think at all.

about infidelity-

about identity-

about selfishness–

and I will have to swallow

that dripping desire

that I try to

ignore

“Restraint” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork: Self-reflection by Jenn Mann & Flux by Sarah Cannon

Maybe, like alchemy

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there are different ways to concoct a love.

Recipes (Mix one or more, and let simmer – longer for more flavor):

– A brief encounter with a person of beauty, whom you cannot have.

– A friendship that roots like oak, bearing understanding and acceptance.

– Exceptional physical chemistry which dares to maintain despite all else, and which excites curiosity.

– Respect that is reciprocated.

– A requited longing.

– Laughter that grows, not diminishes.

– Mutual goals and complimentary talents, resulting in a smart partnership.

– An adhering to a set of ideals which render love and commitment the only option.

– A drug you find in each other.

– Gratitude so deep you would give all of yourself to repay, but it isn’t enough.

– Being overpowered – for once – and liking it.

– A taste for something you cannot get elsewhere

“Maybe, like alchemy” by Vanessa Cate

Artwork: htrspltn by Filmout

Forget Forever

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sticky lids give way

no match for the stupid strength

of curious children

eager to consume colors

the colors

which they were promised would swirl

swoop

slow to a still

but unwise eyes shut as quickly as they open

sick from

leaking fat pinks

blubberous boiling blues

seeking to settle back

into beds they remembered to be warm

to forget forever that raging storm

“Forget Forever” by Meaghan Merrifield

Thoughts on Blonde

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What is it about

fair blonde hair

that makes me feel less nervous?

Whether it be warm and gooey

like honey

or pale

and soft like

lemonfeathers,

it always baths my mind in

calm.

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 So-

just before

the daylight dies

–just before the dawn of dreams

I wish for a woman

with locks of light

to make my night as warm as

tea.

” I wish for a Woman” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork: Emotional  Ups and Downs & Fogpak #3 by Filmout