The Wet Sheets

Warning: this piece contains strong language

A sliver of glass

I leapt

from my Father’s

eye reflecting

a Mother that

didn’t exist.

Cigarette butts rose

to Heaven, thunder

formed my torso.

Dust blew through an

umbilicus and

collected to

form fingers

and lips.

Here is my birth:

In the ghettos of

Charleston my

Daddy beat off

and I coagulated

on the ceiling.

Now bound in

cords of placenta

endorphin seeps

through

my veins

and I breath.

Rob Goldstein – 1986-2019

 

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#SundayThoughts: Dusk

“Only one who devotes himself to a cause with his whole strength and soul can be a true master. For this reason mastery demands all of a person.”

Albert Einstein

 

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This Reference to Jack the Ripper

This slit between thumb
and forefinger:

You know this is murder,

you know where this ends.

I twist your knife

and my body dies with a sigh.

Oh, the panicky phone calls at
2AM;

Oh, the need to know:

Lodged between hemispheres:

To see is to trust, to trust

that all is as it seems.

Peel skin to bone;

acquiescence is better

than silence,

and nothing is nothing

at all.

Image and Text (c) Rob Goldstein, 2017 all rights reserved.

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#Stonewall50: The Heart of the Question

“We are confronted primarily with a moral issue. It is as old as the scriptures and is as clear as the American Constitution. The heart of the question is whether all Americans are to be afforded equal rights and equal opportunities.”

John Fitzgerald Kennedy, 1963 from quora.com