Life Support


I feel like a slug
searching for something
wet and cold
to cling to, a post
of black metal
in the heat of the night. Continue reading



The tide is rising.

Too much moonshine

and firecrackers.  Too many

sirens and helicopters.  Too much

coughing, Facebook and Instagram.

The feeble sweeping of dust devils.  A cat

in heat.  A cat on my chest.  Thirst

for water, lime and tequila

on a weekday

with loneliness wrapped around me

instead of you, My Love

instead of you.

                                     Richard Rensberry, Author at Quick Turtle Books®