#WordlessWednesday: Leopold!



Header image “The Conductor” (c) Rob Goldstein 2018

First published 2014-Revised October 2018

Felique Dupré in the Haunted World: Felique Steals Credibility

Felique Dupré sang a gentle lullaby to the little girl clamped between her knees.

“Ladies and Gentlemen/take my advice/pull down your pants/and slide on hot ice”

The girl’s Mother wept when the train rolled out of Hootersville, but Stella knew it was for the best; her little girl would lead a more charming and sophisticated life with Felique.

Stella,” said Felique, “remove that tacky dress and give me your daughter.

Now, the little girl is a prisoner on an Amtrak to Hell.

The train rocked as a South of the Border rolled by.

“I want my Muthuh!” said the girl.

“A hag in rags?” Felique replied.

But she’s my Muthuh.”

“Well. So is God in his own way!”

The little girl pulled a notebook from her bag
and wrote a poem:

Mommy cried

when Trina left.

tiny lizards


sharp little


fell from

her eyes

and ran down



Trina closed her notebook and sighed.

The train rocked as a South of the Border rolled by.

(c) Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights Reserved

Exiting Chinatown

You see it, don’t you?

You see the way?

You see the way

All the way through?

Yes, it’s this way: the way
is through you.

It’s this way please.

Please follow through.

(c) Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights Reserved

Poetry: Sacrament

I thought if I found

the right people

If I learned about

the mind,

about art and history.

If I lived my truth

became the best

of all possible

people, this fear

would go away.

But it didn’t go away.

And it doesn’t go away.

And it probably never


(c) Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights Reserved