This is Jail

“this is jail”

oft-repeated poisonous mantra

“if you don’t like it, don’t come to jail”

officer excusing institutional dehumanization

“we’re in jail”

flawed logic condoning

crude, rude sewer mouth

gratuitous graphic expletives

“i’m in jail”

faulty rationale promoting

senseless corrosive pejoratives

perpetually derogatory interactions

“you’re in jail”

invalidation levied rataliatorily

accusation of assured corruption

expectations of decency DENIED

“this is jail”

flashing neon sign

advertising internalized self-denigration

all-pervading loss of dignity

 

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Guest Barista Aurora Phoenix-Spring Sun

The warm and welcoming folks at the Go Dog Go Cafe have been so kind to post this piece of mine. Please visit them in the Cafe

Go Dog Go Café

Gently strengthening spring sun

Asserts itself, boldening balm

Daffodil yellow rays coax relaxation

Weave protective filaments of warmth

Drape dappled fronds of healing

Upon winter’s starved countenance.

Windbursts swirl, frollic

Lion cubs tussling playfully

Rustle autumns’ leafy detritus

Echoing swan song, year departed

Scouring, shining

Dressing the world anew.


Aurora Phoenix is a wordsmithing oxymoron. Staid suburbanite cloaks a badass warrior wielding weapon grade phrases. Read more of her confabulations at Insights from “Inside.”

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Deontological Doubts – Aurora Phoenix

My latest piece on Sudden Denouement. As always, I am honored to be among such quality writers. Be sure to check out all of their work!

A Global Divergent Literary Collective

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Deontological Doubts

I run barefoot
past the bronzed statues
idols of deontological divination.
I am a rule-following rebel
tracking muddied toes
between the pews
in which I have long since
refused to kneel.
I gave up self-flagellation
for Lent
the year I was sixteen
though those reflexes
to don needless
sackcloth and ashes
twitch, regenerative,
and the hair shirt
constricts
my free spirited
flights of fancy.
I labor
toward fictional salvation
yoked under twined heritage:
an inexhaustible work ethic
protesting
my non- Protestant roots
while I lug the chiseled tablets
writ with my Catholic guilt.

I have walked the straight and narrow
heel just beyond toe
slow and steady
concentrating
hands held just so
contriving delicate
equilibrium
quivering –
the fallen branch is wobbly
surging water below
frigid, if not deep.
that limb I went out on
felt a mission
no lark nor miscreation.
there was vine-shrouded rot
a shattering…

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Pas De Deux

I hear the woodpecker peck

I scan the trees and see him not

risking a trip

at my chased by hellhounds’ pace

                          (why do I assume

                          the woodpecker is a he?

                           is it the phallusy of his name?

                           or expectation that glorious plumage

                            adorns solely avian males?)

at each echoing percussion

I picture the rubies

threaded upon his crown,

emblazonment

of homage due.

               (I would bow in wonder

               curtsy indeed

               if only I could capture

  •      photographic –

              carmine crest)

I chase

amongst the thickets

insufficiently stealthy

pursuit

of crimson glimpses,

shrills a raucous descant

betwixt rat-tat-tat drumming

(fluttering coquetry

dashes limb to limb

lifting checkerboard skirts

in reticent resplendence)

I give up the chase

pixels un-imagined

senses scarlet with

unrequited adulation

Guest Barista Aurora Phoenix-Breeze Feather

I am honored to have a guest piece on the Go Dog Go Cafe. Please stop by and sip some warmth on this frigid day with the good folks at the cafe

Go Dog Go Café

Feathered hint of a breeze

Tickles, nearly imperceptible

Traces in teasing giggles

Along skin’s razored edges

Soothes with wafted promises

Strewn amidst heat-sharpened day


Aurora Phoenix is a wordsmithing oxymoron. Staid suburbanite cloaks a badass warrior wielding weapon grade phrases. Read more of her confabulations at Insights from “Inside.”

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Tale as Old as Time

glitterati

eschew the literati

chewing, as they do

the fat

that was siphoned off

(not their lips

stiff or upper)

and plumps

out the lines

that were drawn

pensive or cogitative

in the lottery.

you know the one –

your soul spins

purgatorily

drops

via stork or in vitro

into privilege

silver spoon mouthing

or abjectly

into poverty.

you are imbued

of a body

imperfect

conceivably ill-fitting,

incognizant of

your track-side

designation.

right side,

you are fed

constant limpid

liquid protein

self-congratulatory myths

self-made

populated with bootstraps

veni, vidi, vici.

wrong side,

you race

pell-mell

to stay one step ahead

of that crushing 8 ball.

you are the star pupil

in the school of hard knocks

and the research fellow

a font of lifelong

knowledge

steeped in data on the

ubiquity of inequity

Petitions (A Collaborative Piece)…

I am honored to have been included in this wonderful piece of art. Thank you to Eric for coordinating it.

My Sword and Shield....

I am so pleased to present this work of art and I am lucky to have been a part of this collaborative effort.  To be in the presence of such wonderful poets is a true honor.

I encourage you to follow the links attached to their names and visit their own pages. Wonderful wonders to be found there…

Eric:

By night’s dark embrace
I light these candles of petition
and speak unto my heart
on my knees in the moonlight

Hear me
oh crimson guardian in my breast
engine of my life
ever the drum beat that underlies
the story of my days
I beseech thee,
do not fall for such a cause as this
you know I have no choice in these matters
but to plunge headlong
hand in hand
together to our end

and I grow so weary of falling

Christine:

By night’s dark embrace
I light these…

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