Saturday, February 2, 2019

Fried Calamari and Ouzo by Joanne Olivieri

Watching you
snortin’ lines
between calamari bites
and swigs of ouzo
playing rebetiko
through the night.
You turn and kiss me
calamari ever so sweet tasting
we head to the vette
navigating the city maze
racing neighborhood streets
tires never touching ground.
For a moment I freeze in fear
as the vette sprouts wings, flying
home through stop lights
I feel death is near
my senses, ouzo laiden numb
I turn and smile, we'll die together
YOU, were my addiction.

About Joanne Olivieri:

Joanne has been writing for 50 years. She is a published poet and photographer. Her works have appeared in numerous in print and online
publications such as The Parnassus Literary Journal, Westward Quarterly, The San Diego Arts and Poets Magazine, Nomads Choir, SP Quill, the Rye Whiskey Review, Cajun Mutt Press, just to name a few. She was awarded a round-trip ticket to Hong Kong in 2007 by Cathay Pacific Airways for her winning entry in their poetry contest. Joanne is the founder and editor of Stanzaic Stylings Literary Ezine.

Joanne enjoys reading, writing, collecting old poetry books, live music concerts, roaming art galleries and museums, leisurely lunches with
friends in diners, getting out in nature with her camera and making toys for and playing with her feathered companion, Sammers

You can learn all there is to know about her by visiting her website/blog

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