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“Sexy Disco” Haiku [poetry]

When I traveled to Italy in 2011, I learned the phrase “sexy disco” from Matteo, my sexy Italian tour guide on my ride to the Amalfi Coast. I found that “sexy disco” is the term for strip clubs when I told him where I worked at the time. From what I understand, they are nothing like the gritty clubs of the US. Matteo wanted to take me to see a “sexy disco” when we returned to Rome. Unfortunately, I did not take him up on that offer.  The following haiku (I took some Jack Kerouac…

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musings on the fly 

Cry Baby, Cry

I woke up this morning and cried. To be honest, I really don’t know why. It was a deep, hearty and physical cry. My entire body felt the earthquake of it and my emotions blew over me like a hurricane. My body and soul must have needed to purge itself of toxins.   Thoughts flood me with my past when cries like this come out of nowhere. I do my best not to get caught in the rushing waters of the rewind.   A few remnants of my past sometimes wash…

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musings on the fly 

The Melancholies

This case of melancholies I’ve been experiencing has gripped me hard – it is trying to pull me down to dance in that all too familiar spiral tango again. Is it bad that I want to let it take over and run its course? Sometimes it only stays a few hours, but this time it’s lingering, nagging at me, catching me off guard. I can still somewhat function in my day-to-day life. Depression knocks at my door now and then to remind me it’s sticking around. It likes to surprise attack me…

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