Lisa is Feeling Inspired….

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Say something here and now to my writer’s eyes and heart. Tell me something mystical or bizarre about yourself. Share anything that will be cathartic for you, or will blow my mind. Enlighten me.

Post your own most favorite photo or other personal work of art.

Write a short story here, and I’ll collaborate and finish it with you.

Or, finish mine:

“Oh, how entirely good it is to be this aged age, having had all the conversations with all the different girls and women who I have been throughout these years! I know who I am, I know what I want, and I know what I am unwilling to do to achieve it. The beautiful mystery that remains is this: What magic-like means are out there in the world that I may take in order to manifest what I want?”

Repentant

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On look out
Why, I?

Wanting her, Liberty
Freedom from all the ways I’ve done her wrong

Or forgiveness

Her eyes, corroded-coppery
Bore one capital “L” unto mine skin

“A Mighty Woman,” I was warned

And so I came, tired
And she welcomed me
And I extinguished her, still

Talk

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That native language

A foreign-love affair

A promise to live

Always and ever

For the first time

After all those years

Best friends building a home on a hill

Perfect ingredients grown in a garden

Kitchens and dance floors, garages and road maps

Weary-strong hands holding fast in the night

You talked that talk

Chasm Falls

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My eyes were
Just at peace
Found their home
Enthralled
Candycane-swirls
Looking at you

Looking at her
Your eyes were
Far away
Some new home
So my eyes were just
Just and at peace



Magician’s Scarf

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Who each woman is

Does she smell like lavender fields

More worthy of obsession with each passing Day

Why the fabric of her dress upon her skin causes men to sing?

The Earth springs forth, as I imagine, musical notes with her every step. Yes.

Such passion must she follow, as to leave us inspired

Her smile draws from an endless-deep joy well

Words from her soul have him come hither, a pulling of magician’s scarf

Tall Order

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Juicy
Miracle from God
I met my match in you
Which of us has the quieter lips
The longest green stare?

Mechanical
Bastard, but not exactly
Father-figure to everyone, you
So help me now
Let’s dance, like you said, damn it

Dissection

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My soul the General
Directing a blood battle

Commanding legions of voices in my head
Take no prisoners!

A Civil dissection upon shared territory
Pitting brother truth against father lies 

War already won
But war is hell, and this battle, more so

My aristocratic hands, hard evidence
My afire body, further proof

I’m fireproof and unquenchable
A knifesman and blacksmith to the bone

None Mercy

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God, there was such pain

Constant

Bombardment

The love of a lifetime toppling as the city wall

A series of shofar blasts heralding not justice and courage, but cruelty those years

These years, I tilt my head hoping to drain the ringing and echoing from these ears

All an image or impression away — the mountains, the oceans, and desert sands steal me back

Or a wedding song

A life that escapes me, a pain impossible to escape