Category: Fiction: Poetry

Mango Tango Strawberry Cherry Orange à l’orange Cherries outrageous Finally, Crème de menthe Peppermint What kind of beverage is fitting for the end of the World? At the edge of the Universe In a café. When the stars fold in

A Bird-of-Paradise. Is there any other kind? An Azul cloud of Butterflies Ascending like confetti in reverse. A Weeping Willow Grasps its murky base. While, on the other side, A haphazard picket fence. A dog barks, And then withdraws. In

My chandelabra Shanked up in Shanty Town A damsel in Red Dress Slays a dragon in distress And the precipice goes down. Fiddling in Fig’s Awake I finally mistook a mistake for my error, a note’s surprise I surmise my

Poem: Fiction -by James Legare 6-10-16 If we are all slaves then we are all equal. Nothing succeeds like success. I recall a random conversation I had during the 90’s with a businessman while riding BART in the Bay Area.