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In West Port Arthur
the winds blew hard
to carry her away
The times were ripe
Big Brother raw
that crossroads by the bay
Her dive was deep
through Kozmic Blues
a legend to unfurl
But not escape
that Ball and Chain
—still searching for the Pearl

(Ode To Janis Joplin: November, 2023)
Edmund black Nov 2023
No, we’re not strangers
No, we’re not wild animals
Breathing in human form
Find where we are all connected
There, awaits the peace in us


Let There Be Peace On Earth
Edmund black Nov 2023
Today I had the day free, I decided to jump in my car and drive up to
Maryland to pick something up. The drive was therapeutic. It's been a tough week and I needed to clear my mind. I started back around 7:30 but by 8:30 I was sleepy and there was a thunderstorm brewing.

I decided it was time to stop and get coffee and something to eat. As I walked in the diner, said hello to an elderly woman sitting in the booth across from me. She said hello back and we struck up a conversation.

We talked or rather she talked and I listened. She told me about her husband and how he had passed away and I kinda reminded her of him when he was a lot younger lol She beamed with love and affection ....even if sad that he was gone. Her heart was beautiful as a flower.

We joked about a few things and then she got up to leave. She said, "Young man, thank you for listening to this old lady. You are very sweet, please tell your mother that she did well.

I assured her I enjoyed the conversation and asked her to be safe going home.

Twenty minutes later, I went to pay my bill and was told, " mom took care of it...she's sweet like that, I was told”

I teared up as I got back in my car. You never know how lonely people are and how much just caring enough to listen will mean to them.

Life is short.... Don't squander any chance to be Kind.
  Nov 2023 Edmund black
Sukanya Basu
The stale fish and the bedroom alabaster,
I quickly change into
My pajama bottoms and gills,
To slice my neck on the charcuterie board;

I glance at my watch as I turn in the grill,
This boy loves me;

Why else would he be smiling and putting truffle
On my pajamas with ruffles,
My roomates pretty baffled
About the boy in my kitchen

He was pretty with eyes that died
He asked me out on a friday night,
I chose to love instead of fight or flight,
He was the southern sea,
Oh what a glee!

Its a shame that it’s almost December,
The time I mourn my yarn
I knit a spider web for Christmas

And put my mouth to the barrel of a gun,


Maybe he could slice me kind
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