Don't Leave Me So Cold …
Posted January 05, 2013
the last fistful of dirt is showering down each knock thundering in the stillness a harbinger of the darkness yet to come looks of sadness, painted expressions, daubed upon face after face blurred, indistinguishable, unseen invade silent tears fall, slipping into the clay filled with memories hovering on the edge of consciousness moments in time, photographs spread across the landscape of your mind clear, unforgettable, palpable still loving Written: January 05, 2013 Posted: J...
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My Breath Slows
Posted October 26, 2012
Steam rises from my morning cup of tea, Vision clouding as it licks at the windowpane Through the fog, my eyes look back at me and Curiously, I wonder what they see Perhaps nothing more than a faint wisp of hair I watch the raindrops play follow the leader Gracefully, they slide down, Down the opposite side of the glass, Chasing one another, creating tears on my reflection Were they laughing? I think I heard them laugh I think I heard you laugh I find myself wrapped in a virtual ...
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The Fall of Buttercups
Posted September 19, 2012
The moonlight shines down from the sky, Bathing her in white light She walks and sits beneath the oak Childhood memories escape their keep Into her thoughts they leisurely creep Afraid she’d forgotten them It has been a long time Since she talked to the stars And sang with the gypsy wind Then, her imagination created worlds Where nymphs and pixies playfully ruled And love was not a dirty word Afraid she’d forgotten how Braided crowns of buttercups Rested on their heads, ...
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A Thin Line ...
Posted July 13, 2012
Shadows, Delineated by fear and the negative, Hide the stories we cannot voice. The light, it shines down, Exposing their true colors. Spellbound, we watch And wait. At times hard… Shadows, An asylum from anxiety, look inviting, Proffer protection and solace. The world, it assaults Knocking repeatedly on Our mind, our senses, Our heart, our soul. Knock knock… Shadows See us drift from day to day Steal our sense of time Reluctantly, we eat Expectantly, we sleep So...
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Cinnamon Reeds ...
Posted July 04, 2012
once lush and green, silence now blankets the fields. tall cinnamon reeds, brittle from the burning sun, conceal the scorched terrain and throw shadows at the living: lizards, mice, and a beetle or two. they frolic within pockets of dim light blissfully unaware that tonight … they become a gourmet meal. poverty is not a friend. not fickle either, a non-discriminatory predator. it bestows its unwelcome gifts: darkness, melancholy, hunger wherever, whenever, however. Written:...
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others, jubilant
Posted June 18, 2012
a tear has lingered in the corner of my eye for so long it fell a plea for honesty spilled from my lips ignored a wish, hope, dream shared laughed at me mocked others jubilant
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Tears Along the Curtain ...
Posted June 05, 2012
Dried, dusty cracks decorate the surface. Scorched into the earth they surround her. the she who arrives in silence, an ethereal apparition transported by her chariot, the wind. One by one, her collected sorrows surrender to the night and they fall, plunging earthward to meet their demise. Their release, manifested in tears, punctuates the flickering Cimmerian curtain. The ground, hungry for life, fervently drinks them up healing its cracks, breathing once more. Knowing the emptines...
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Smoke and Mirrors ...
Posted May 04, 2012
Those whispered words fall from your lips, tumbling forth with a hasty cadence. Night after night, it seems the same old dance. Smoke and mirrors, baby. Nothing more. That's what you'd say. But it's become a game, telephone tag without the phone. Words and meanings become misconstrued. Your tales, they spin ‘round, an endless circle, a Ring around the Rosie. And like ashes in wine, their true meaning, well, it's gone down the hill along with Jack and Jill. Stepping onto the stag...
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Thank you and apology
Posted March 25, 2012
Two and a half years ago, I decided to get back into photography. I bought my first digital camera and joined a photo site. Nervous is an understatement that describes how I felt about posting photos, let alone the attempts at writing that ultimately made an appearance. It had been quite some time since I had used a camera to take anything other than family snap shots. And, although just average at it, I enjoyed it. Playing with software that was now available was just one more thing to learn. O...
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Love's Graffiti ...
Posted March 20, 2012
The delicate scent of cherry blossoms, a stowaway on the wind, travels far from the recently flowered buds. Its perfumed aroma hovers and waits to wrap itself around unsuspecting passersby each time the wind becomes sleepy and loses momentum. At times, competing scents, from roadside food stalls, of sizzling onions mixed with the strong earthy tones of roasted, ground methi seeds are too strong to permeate; thus, ending the journey. Along with the wafting floral bouquet, shoppers are out in full...
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Dining Out ...
Posted January 24, 2012
“Hey buddy, what are you looking at? Haven’t you ever seen a pelican dining out before?” This, I made sure to follow up with a big exaggerated wink and a right-winged salute. He appeared to be taken aback. Stumbling, he tripped over his humongous feet as they became tangled in the deliciously salty seaweed mounds. He hit the sand hard with a muffled thud and a loud oomph, so typically human. The silky, wet sand under his feet launched into the air only to fall down on me like an angry,...
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The Sounds Of ...
Posted December 27, 2011
Deafening. That sound of silence. It comes. Wrapped in night and disguised with a bow. An unwelcome gift. Like a thousand unseen daggers hitting their mark, it pierces the heart and soul, victims ... of the unknown. Streams of light, carrying the essence of life, flee, only to be consumed by the void of darkness. Sighing. That sound of release. Thoughts escape. Imagination and creativity are crumpled like paper, packaged into tiny boxes. The unicorns go unwillingly, remembering f...
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Through the Mists ...
Posted November 04, 2011
far off in the distance the mountains dot the horizon poking out from behind heavy mists and fog breathe deeply into your soul walk toward them looming large before you sense your own being know it does not diminish oh we may shrink becoming specks of dust unnoticed amidst the others pondering a sense of insignificance perhaps in size but our spirits are vast growing exponentially over time see the beauty others cannot, will not we unzip our hearts freeing them fro...
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Dreams Linger in the Dark ...
Posted October 30, 2011
I watch the sun fall from the sky, being chased by a veil of darkness. I stand on the edge between the here and there. Lost, unsure which way to turn. I've slow danced with an angel, caressed his silky feathers, laid my head upon his shoulder. I've tangoed with the devil, milonguero style. An embrace so close, the lines blurred. No endings or beginnings, two became one. I've seen the moonrise, creating diamonds on a frozen lake only to be mirrored by the twinkling stars above. The...
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Some Things You Should Keep ...
Posted October 16, 2011
As a kid, I used to sit on my bedroom floor, in that small space between the bed and the windowsill. I wasn't alone. I always had a friend with me. A prize from a carnival or a gift from the circus, which was it? I know. It was the circus. Oddly, I don't remember the circus but I do remember walking through the front door of the house afterwards. Hmm, oh, the friend, a yellow and pink bunny rabbit stuffed with those small, white styrofoam pellets. It was a 'he' and I don't believe that he had a ...
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Excerpt - Spy Thriller Writing Project
Posted October 03, 2011
… The American! When was the last time their paths had crossed? One? No, three years ago. Oh, he knew his name and knew it well. He would never say it though as the man so reviled him. Referring to him as the American with as much disdain as possible was all he could muster. His mind flash backed to that time. They were working together in Istanbul: the American, himself, and Sophie. Their cover, a husband, wife, and her brother, running a small restaurant, was built over several months. All ...
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A Spicy Cinnamon Morning ...
Posted October 01, 2011
Claire woke at four AM to the sound of rain pounding the roof. With sleep still clinging to her eyelids, she lay still and let the calmness of the rhythm wash over her. Tap-tap-tap-pop. Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-ttap. Tap-ping-ping-ttap. Ping-clink-ahemahem. There was no risk of falling back to sleep. Her fingers and elbows, screaming in pain, would make sure of that. Arthritis, it claimed her joints and made an appearance during each storm. As was her ritual upon waking, she stretched her fingers out...
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there's always a but ...
Posted September 19, 2011
I would like to say thank you to all who have left lovely comments and spoken kindly with me. They and you are greatly appreciated. Have had a bad year and that sincerity was most needed. I was fortunate enough to make several friends, or so I believe. A few have become very dear to me and will always be in my heart. I thank them for their friendship and hope it lasts a long time. In this life, it's nice to have people whom we love and care about and who care in return. Something that we all...
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Why Not? Pinocchio Got His Wish ...
Posted September 19, 2011
From cellos to perches words seem to roam hearts and souls broken like teeth on a comb Bits of plastic falling one by one infused with sights, awaken they transform like petals being spun Grown upon a mountain they silently view all below watch creations born to paper melodies like sweet twangs of a banjo Plucked from minds colors, shapes, and words spew about brushes dipped in paint splatter like rain after a drought Paint dries on the canvas works hung for display...
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Kat Lover's Poison
Posted August 29, 2011
lovers of kats have claws of their own drawn, they're used striking the innocent down using words as weapons colors became colours indeed, me thinks whilst one looked away. lover and kat together at last there were games of chess and strategies formed players were scattered and pieces overtaken moves made rook to queen's bishop four king’s gambit and forking of knights did it matter in the end? ask the pawn happiness love await them both dancing 'neath the moonlit s...
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