Category Archives: Cynthia Pittmann

Club Confetti (SoCal)

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Walking Write

  Words stamped down Placing bricks in mortar. Heavy lifting. But they say writing is the fun part. Editing is tricky, at risk of losing this voice to that one. Watch out for a takeover, rip off, erasure.   Writing … Continue reading

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A Clear View

Obstructing the view, a pepper tree must be cleared away. Sitting on the porch, I watch the branch removal operation as limb by limb they fall down. Where will the birds go? In the morning the fog lifts and light … Continue reading

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Music

“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can … Continue reading

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Inspiration

I’m organizing people, tasks, plans at work and in my dreams. I’m living my work life twice, once awake and once asleep. Let me out! Walking down the street, I’m shucked as new corn – Exposed, raw, open. It’s New … Continue reading

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Beginning’s End, Beginning Again

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Metamorphosis

Holding court in the kitchens, under counters, behind the sinks, and on the streets. Craving consumption and barrio binging while los vencinos bring swarms of whistling good morning pleasantries, buenos días. Devouring de la calle currency, “Did you see? Do … Continue reading

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Desire

Once sheltered, then
shown and shut in. Condemned.
Brando brute unmasks both raw
and hungry. His apartment, well
off the French Quarter, pokes
bets and constant craving. Lusting
after life and trading
on decency. Continue reading

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Urban Fetus

Ecstasy, a pill a thrill
given in the closet.
(I know this after-hours place…)
Euphoria rave and
freedom by design.
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Mangrove

Medusa locks
reaching tendrils
tangle, entwine, clutch.
Life panting through
slippery schools,
overwash basin,
swamp bosque.
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