Allison Whittenberg

Salt, Thorns, Otis Redding, Why…

Salt without bread
Thorns on a cactus
Otis Redding, I miss you
Why didn’t you go Greyhound.


I’m indigent, I think
And you are poignant
In my heart, like an instrument
Are you there to pierce
Or to mend?
Doppelganger emotions
With their fervid, florid intentions
Clutching happiness by its throat
How does the theorem add?
One plus one.
So simple to apprehend, yet hard to apprehend
I never know if I’m fighting
For peace or merely reposing
Between battles
What did Wilde say
Is it who in love is poor or
whoever has love is rich?
There is a difference.

Allison Whittenberg is a Philadelphia native who has a global perspective. If she wasn’t an author she’d be a private detective or a jazz singer. She loves reading about history and true crime. Her other novels include Sweet ThangHollywood and MaineLife is FineTutored and The Sane Asylum.