I remember when she came to me. All aglow; from her head to her toes. I remember that clearly. “Time to go,” she announced. “We’ve finally found a home for you. They’ll be a challenge of course, but you will find all that you need to accomplish your journey.” I was thrilled, but also afraid. “Are you sure they will want me?” I asked. “Remember, I’ll become a burden. I’ll bring sorrow. Their patience will wane. “No [...]
VERSE ONE There’s a time when I’d both a heart and eyes while looking for the one I could give my heart to I fell down then got up only to realise My heart was stolen and I couldn’t look anymore CHORUS Honey, I found you I fell in love with you I’m still in love with you Love’s blind I can’t see other things anymore I can’t look anymore Now that; I found you VERSE TWO They say I am so heartless Honey I keep telling [...]
The switch turns on, the stage is set. My expectations don’t get met. I try to fix it, but I get strife and sorrow as they cry. It is wrong, why do I try? I cover my fears with lies. The day has come to shine on the lie I feel fine; but the night, sweet like wine, comes calling me home. Yet I choose to roam. So fully alone. Called by a knife, where there is strife; this is my life. Who am I? What am I? Where am I? Lost [...]
Where’s the box? A question asked by my granddaughter of her new stepmother. This and variations of this question were asked and shows such a vast difference in our society today then say, just a mere sixty years ago. When you think sixty years in ones’ lifetime, yes that is a lot of time; but in the scheme of time, a mere blip in the eons. I’ll get back to the question of the box in a bit but first let’s take a look at [...]
Let me tell you what happened to me about 3 years ago. I was young and quite naive at that time. Like any other person who lives in the former Soviet Union I used to think that people abroad, especially in places like USA, Canada, Europe or let alone Japan and Australia, work very little hours and get thousands of dollars for the work they do. At that time I used to feel so discouraged and less motivated that I did not want to work and [...]
A Paris Obstacle Course for Americans. This is meant to be a modern, Mark Twain Innocents Abroad type look at Paris. I am in no way comparing myself with Mr. Twain, nowhere near the same league. Just the same sort of tongue in cheek humor. None of this is true, more silly stories created out of what my imagination sees lol! The American Ambassador to Paris. So you think his job is all cocktail parties and important people. Much [...]
Part 1 Summary: After a relaxing evening home alone, Clarinda is startled awake by a wolf who wandered in through the doggy door. After shooting the wolf three times, she is shocked to find him transformed in to her husband and she’s certain she just killed him. Part 2… “Shit,” she repeated her earlier phrase before looking him over. “Dane?” No response. “I think I better call an ambulance.” She moved to get back [...]
In the back of the dimly lit pool hall the juke box was playing loudly. Very loudly. Playing to an empty space. Playing to lost souls long since forgotten. Playing Smuggler’s Blues by Glenn Fry. Appropriate, I thought, shoving hands into my trouser pockets and staring at the folded mass lying face down on the rickety looking table shoved rudely up against a wall. Fry’s song told a story about drug buys gone bad, sleaze balls, [...]
The blue and white movement Is paused. When the world Remains as the world is And everything that resides And dwells in the world Remains as the world has been transformed. In expectational And suspicious actions, The world remains as it should be. Everything and anything Pauses and actionless; The world. The going forth And the coming forth And the world Still is the world. The blue and the white movement And [...]
Childhood Reflections To me, he stood six feet ten, fierce, unyielding. Curly, black hair and quasar blue eyes gave him the look of a modern day ‘Blackbeard’. In reality, he reached five feet, eleven inches, although I had the inflexible part right. I agree, at eight years old, certain things loom larger when laced with fear and trepidation, but a day never passed devoid of unpleasant expectations. Second to the oldest of four children, [...]
