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Monthly Archives: December 2014
masquerade
tidings of comfort and joy

I wish I could figure out how to share my banjo carol God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen that Billy Shakespeare played and sent me. It makes me smile so big when I listen to it, which I do, a lot. Unfortunately, I can’t. WordPress says it won’t take the format it’s in. Heavy sigh. So I ask you to imagine a completely unexpected and utterly delightful gift from a soulful, forever friend.
There. …It is like that.
Whatever gives you comfort and joy this season,
I hope you get that.
holiday
at the store for unwed brothers
the supplements are on sale
plus steel-cut oats and kale
and aloe water for the guy
she’s bringing who’s Vegan Level 5
(nothing that casts a shadow)
some Prosecco on the sly
that I will drink with others
after every ticking moment’s
disarmed by my sisters laughing
buzzing oven pans & blisters
when the ringtone killswitch
stops my breath and right there
in the loins of your hello
you say what else I need
to know your voice cancels
all my plans and yes I want
to go . . . oh yes, I want to go
© Liana 12/14
galvanized
pillow talk
of a memory I forgot
hall of mirrors
every facet contains a face
each one real but none so true
not turned nor carved but cut like glass
and I have prism’d just like that
slanting time to make it last
morning moon and nighttime noon
a sun note rising from the tomb
where I was once then once again
the face of now that’s now the past
unwrapped from time’s slow tourniquet
a flawless light imperfectly cast
. . . I will prism just like that
© Liana 12/14







