Red Light

Red Light

By Gabriel Gadfly
You said you wanted
me to come over,
and even though it
was nearly midnight,
I agreed.

I hit every red light
between here and
your house: start
stop wait and wait
and wait and start
just to stop and wait
again, stuck listening to
weight-loss infomercials,
right-wing talk radio,
that god-awful jingle
for the lawyer that
tries to sound like
a wild-west cowboy.

Idling under these red
cyclops eyes, I wanted
to tell you that this had
to stop, that I was going
home, that I’d see you
tomorrow, maybe,
but I finished the drive
and remembered why:
the red scent of your hair;
your lips against my neck,
“I’m glad you’re here.
I’m so glad you’re here.”


A Pledge

I pledge allegiance to my mind, my body and my soul;
To take care of myself,
To  live, laugh and love.
To accept the things I cannot change, 
And to change the things I can.

I pledge to start right here, right now;
To make myself a priority,

To take my place in this beautiful Universe,
To act, and react, in a way that makes ME proud.

THIS is my pledge

Peace and Love,

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

By Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

The Dream

The Dream 

By David Solway

I dreamed that you had ceased to love me—
not that you had come from other beds
back to mine, or gone from mine to others,
just that something in your heart had stopped.

I willed myself awake to find you still
beside me. It was just a dream, I thought,
yet when I turned to kiss you, in your eyes
I saw that you had ceased to love me.

I willed myself awake a second time
to find myself alone, as I have been
these many months, but did not know if it
was terror or relief I felt, and whether

dreams unfold the past or make the future
plain. I dreamed that you had ceased to love me,
and know when I see nothing in your eyes
I can’t dream myself awake a third time.

The Problem With Dating: 3 Reason’s Being Single Sucks

As a serial singleton, living life solo has its perks:
No one to check in with, no one else to think about when at the grocery store, and no fighting over the remote!
Single life also has its drawbacks, I present to you a (short) list of recurring reasons being single sucks:

1. Sleeping Alone
Nothing beats the extra heat of a warm body laying beside you. It’s no secret, men seem to generate more heat than women and on a cold, damp, rainy/snowy night there’s nothing more delightful than someone to snuggle next to to warm up those icy toes.

2. Ordering Take-Out
Sure, that $40 order of Chinese food or the Extra-Large pizza seemed like a good idea at the time. Now you’re stuck eating soggy noodles or rock hard pizza all week. All because, in a moment of weakness (aka “treat day”), our eyes were bigger than our bellies. Boyfriend’s won’t prevent you from ordering greasy take-out en masse (in fact, they probably encourage it), but they will eat more than their fair share. They’ll also save you from the look of embarrassment when the delivery guy arrives to an empty apartment “Uh… thanks… my friends are going to be so psyched I… uh… surprised them with pizza…”

3. Movie Night
Popcorn is popped, you’re comfy on the couch wrapped in your favourite blanket, you’ve picked the BEST tear-inducing romantic comedy. What’s missing? Someone to hold your hand as you sob through The Lake House for the thousandth time. The same can be said for a movie night out. Who else would share their GIANT bag of popcorn with you even after you twice said you were “too full”

What do you dislike about being single?

Peace and Love,