http://rochelleweidner.com/blog Tue, 12 Aug 2008 03:18:29 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en Rules for Divas Divas should be larger than life, No matter what their size, Divas should have long hair, Metaphorically speaking. They should burn bright, Like the red lights that surrender to them. Divas possess deep anger, Or passion, or intensity, in Varying combinations. Divas don't chew bubble gum. And when they sing, Your heart stops. — Published Snakeskin Ezine, Issue 52 (March ... http://rochelleweidner.com/blog/2008/07/26/poems-p4/ Separation I have bottled up my passions, Because you have gone away from me, I shall not think of kisses, Or kind, sweet caress, Or the feel of your shoulders, Or the weight of your body - I will knit or paint Or read a book I’ve been meaning to read, And will not think of you at all, Not ... http://rochelleweidner.com/blog/2008/07/26/poems-p3/ Peace, Man I’m quick to run, hide. Back away from trouble. Being non-confrontational, As the teacher said. I only want peace, Everywhere. — Published as Rochelle Randel, Gravity July 1998 A City by the Sea I was a city by the sea - Lost until now. Unexplored, buried beneath the rubble Of my life. Unwalked avenues spread Through my soul, My heart filled ... http://rochelleweidner.com/blog/2008/07/26/poems-p2/ Concert Crowd Weaving through the crowd, A drunken boy - he way high, man. Way high. He want girl, and woo her By rolling one eye, One way, The other eye, Somewhere else. Wide smiles at sky, At ground, Even directed to girl Sometime. Like teeth beacon, She also high, Gone. Seeing no burdens to her pain. She see only boy, She not see future, Or even present. Together, They sink, Sink into ... http://rochelleweidner.com/blog/2008/07/24/poems-p1/ At school I got yelled at twice for “daydreaming.” The film set me back twelve bucks. The picture of “Flora” turned out pretty good. I was sure Dodo could recognize the face. It was forever before everyone went to bed. I thought about asking Cindy to cover, but figured her banana stunt ... http://rochelleweidner.com/blog/2008/07/11/graveyard-p13/ I pulled the photo from my pocket. “I got this from Ralph’s room. I recognize you. Tell me who the others are.” Dodo leaned forward. She laughed. “I remember that day. That’s Boomer.” She pointed at the man with his foot on the bumper. That surprised me. I had figured ... http://rochelleweidner.com/blog/2008/07/11/graveyard-p12/ Her face screwed up and I knew from experience she was getting ready to wail. “It’s a secret.” I whispered. The tight expression relaxed. “A secret?” Cindy loved secrets. Probably one of the reasons she was always spying on me. She had a bright career ahead of her in the CIA. “Yeah, I have ... http://rochelleweidner.com/blog/2008/07/11/graveyard-p11/ “Here’s Mr. Cardenas. Good luck.” Eunice left us. “Ralph?” Lester laid his hand on the thin shoulder.Mr. Cardenas raised his head. It was easy to see that he saw nothing. His eyes were cloudy pools of milky-white. If he heard Lester’s voice, there was little indication. “Ralph. These two young fellows are ... http://rochelleweidner.com/blog/2008/07/11/graveyard-p10/ “Tell her what?” She stomped off into the house. Inside, I heard Mom’s voice giving her what-for for being out of bed. Kerry looked anxious. “Do you think she knows anything?” “Nope. She was bluffing.” The next afternoon, Kerry and I rode the three blocks to Lester Keane’s. I wasn’t sure who would be ... http://rochelleweidner.com/blog/2008/07/11/graveyard-p9/ “If that’s the story, then why do we need to talk to Ralph?” Kerry asked. “Because Ralph knows the killer. He would never tell me who. I asked him many times, when it was still possible to ask him questions. He always said it was too dangerous for me to know. ”In ... http://rochelleweidner.com/blog/2008/07/11/graveyard-p8/