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My dad fought in World War II Joined up at nineteen, fresh out of school. From the ranks of the ROTC And into the Royal Artillery. His dad before him had been a gunner So selecting that military branch was no stunner.  He fought in Africa, Sicily, Italy, France and such But never talked about it very much. He had a big scar on his shin. His 'war wound' he'd call it, with a grin. It was not...Read On


Shutter The Winds

Barren of thoughts with my pen with a fuddle of the time, and no ghost to shutter winds, leaving in caravans.   As my ink has gone to dust with the way of my mind, and seance with the tarot, in conversation with my muse.   With my muse snuggled against me thoughts wander with the fuddle of time, my pen lays silently collecting dust, as I explore the musk of my muse.   With a fuddle of the...Read On



When you appeared, as a vision of beauty. That hot summer day of 75, did either of us know? Our first meeting, you captured me with your beauty. Your deep brown eyes, stirred lust in my loins. Your body to worship, to explore and hold tight. As I questioned, my worthiness. I walked that night, and listenened to my inner voice. This lost soul found, angels singing pure love. ...Read On


Itty Bits

Itty bits of darkness crept through our window As the sun fell over the horizon in itty bits And the moon rose as if an orange mitten   With itty bits of stars twinkling like chandeliers And as the eyes of autumn leaves spawned Itty bits of dew caressed the lawn And the moon rose as if an orange mitten As we made love in itty bits before the dawn  ...Read On


Clam Beach County Park

Running at full tilt, all out



And Swizzle Sticks

As ticking of the clock echoed a staccato,    I in my nightshirt up to my lips in cups   in conversation with gins inebriation, and swizzle sticks. While specters toast my longevity and visions of night promenade,   a who's who in my mind's parade, as Old Nick rocked and rolled.   As ticking of the clock echoed a staccato, and as my lust turned to robust, I heard the humming of bush-hogs as...Read On



Perhaps clocks weren’t misbehaving. Perhaps time was.

Clocks had a way of misbehaving in the house. Clocks often misbehave, particularly mechanical ones. The clock in the car that is two or three minutes slower than the clock last spied before leaving the house. The clock on the oven timer that never quite matches up with the always correct digital clock on the iPad being consulted for a recipe. The unused coffee-maker clock forever...Read On


A Midnight Calling

As my ink drips a midnight calling Soliloquy of leaves falling Falling about my window   With eyes of October's frost   Of my lust burning For your lips of cellophane   And your raven-blue hair    Like wings on your pillow As you whisper love with a kiss And a moonlit shudder Accompanied by angels So rare the trilling of doves Soliloquy of leaves falling On a rainbow's sliding As my ink...Read On


The Wind

Winds of Change

I remember a nice fall evening. My husband and I were enjoying a nice quiet time together and we eventually fell asleep. Somewhere in the middle of the night, I was woken up by the sound of a hurricane wind blowing outside! I listened for a while it was so loud that you could hear branches cracking from the force of the wind and you could hear things being tossed around like lawn chairs,...Read On


His Lordship Of Norfolk

everyone in Norfolk knows, that Her Ladyship wears the trousers.

His Lordship of Norfolk has upset his lovely wife. This doesn't bode well, for the future harmony of his life.   Their Wedding Anniversary, he had simply failed to remember. Too busy was he on Facebook, bothering a distant family member   Her Ladyship cried, "Enough! This I simply can't accept." "I'm taking away your laptop, and cutting off our internet!"   "That adorable,...Read On


Desire Of The Samurai Chapter 1



Night of the Wind

A mysterious traveller heralds a strange evening in a small town

The rider came swiftly towards Eversham. Keeping his horse at a fast trot, he reached the cluster of buildings that stood beyond the town’s West gate. Those buildings stood mostly empty and boarded up now that winter had arrived. During the summer, though, they were home to hundreds when trade caravans passed through en route to the mountain passes. Dev Jackelbury, Warden of Eversham, stood...Read On


Under Taken

When well-intentioned but selfish parenting goes terribly wrong...

“I should have kept my damn mouth shut,” the man berated himself. “Who’s the adult here anyway? What the hell is wrong with me?” He knew better than to criticize her selections. After all, it’s her life. Boyfriend of the week or not. She was old enough to make her own decisions, even if he felt that she wasn’t yet experienced enough to make the right ones. After all, if given a choice,...Read On


Wardrobe Of Gold

As your lips of gossamer touched my soul I felt the winding threads of gold Weave me new poet's clothes Of words for lovers behind the shutters As autumn's spell fell upon the woods Of oak and thyme   So fair the ribbons in your hair   Flow on pillow of an angel's down   As the mahogany oboes play Spiritual winds praying for our sins An if my only transgression is loving you    Then I am a...Read On


Closing Time

A bartender and a photojournalist talk

“Excuse me. Is the bar still open?” I look up from cleaning to see an older male with an overly patched burlap messenger bag that has seen better days. I motion for the man to sit down at a table that doesn’t have its chairs upturned. “The bar is closed for the night, but I can get you something. What would you like?” I asked. “A dirty martini,” he replied. “Extra gritty, double olives?”...Read On



There is something haunting, of a full October moon. The lonely howl of a cur, deep on the moors. Leaves blowing helter, making skelter designs. Waxy eyes thirsty, for Autumn final fling. Wind rattling windows, as abandoned spirits roam. Free to dance, the dance of bones. To the hoot of owls, and screeching cats. Clock strikes midnight, for the witching hour is upon us.   B O O...Read On


Obsidian Rainbow

In the distance of a dream, beneath a dark obsidian rainbow   with a spoonful of the tempest. As autumn chilled at my elbow and my pen dried up, in The Holy Grail of my well. Giving up to the dust in the pot, and feeling your zephyr breath of long tooth as fingers saunter. Over my shadow as we make love,   beneath a dark obsidian rainbow, in The Holy Grail of my well....Read On


A Dirty Weekend in the Congo

Do you like being damp for several hours, people touching your butt and grabbing you, until you find yourself eye to eye with a most magnificently handsome male?   “Fancy a dirty weekend in the Congo?” he asked. “I have an extra space if you want to join me. I know you’ll be in Bwindi next week so you can pop across the border with me as there is space on the charter”. I couldn’t...Read On


God’s Tears (Part One)

Forgivness is just a decision away

God’s Tears (Part One) Long after the sticky drab of an all day late August rain, the trees still spit on me. The fog rolls in, like a thick blanket, smothering the hustle and din I’ve grown accustom to. Only the expectancy of a passing cop car can cut the smothering. There is more than just the eerie quiet that shakes me to my core. Can you feel the dank air, eating you from within, like...Read On



Wind blows east, as if one never existed

Dagger to one's heart, pierced deep. Words so strong, stunned from where? Not enough so, twisted with poisoned tongue. Take notice, one's world crumbles. Flame consume all, heart turns to ash. Leaving one to wonder, and stumble. One last stab, deep to one's soul.  Wind blows east, as if one never existed.    ...Read On



Everything is as it should be

Crossings   and remembering a school of fish, calm and lazy, and of wanting their serenity so bad I ALMOST jumped overboard, remembering that everything was as it should have been, … as these thoughts drift through me like forgotten snowflakes blowing ‘cross the highway   and panic as a deer leaps in front of me, Kamikaze reflex check, stupid doe… and how graceful is her sprinting...Read On



In midnight tipsy, tipsy over you And out the window a tipsy blue Of a full moon and autumn's acorns As stardust rains from tipsy shoes And gnomes dance on garden lawn In tipsy dreams as lovers sing A tipsy winds blows a mondegreen Tripping over tipsy until dawn On my stagger knees as we kiss ...Read On


There Are No Crows in the Walnut Field

  As sunshine falls on lawn freshly mowed, As a black-winged cacophony flows, In single file, turkeys run wild.   As black bears sniff in wood never yield, As cockleburs and thorns become shield, In single file, nut trees compile.   Sunbeams pierce a walnut canopy, Hammocks swing, a call for entropy, In single file, ants are reviled.   Cawing crows strut across a lawn, A...Read On


Promise Kept

Today is going to be tough on me as I collect Marcie's clothes. All of my local friends say it's time, and I keep telling myself to donate so others will get needed clothes and coats. They asked if I needed friends to help, but foolish me said, "No, I'm good." Really, I'm good?? Starting in our upstairs bedroom, yes ours. Opening her dresser. Stacking clothes on the bed. Our bed. Casper...Read On


Mother of Glass, Mother of Tears

Mirrors are a kind of window.

“You’re fat,” the little girl inside the mirror said to Em. It was long past midnight. Em’s parents and sister were in bed. Em was standing in front of the closed door of her room, where her Dad had hung the full length mirror. She regarded the reflection. The person in the mirror looked just like Em. She wasn’t Em, though. She wasn’t even a little girl, though she looked like one. She...Read On


My Waterman Roller Ball

A man's tools reflect his life

Sometimes one hesitates to tell a personal story because it exposes the authenticity of a person. If you’re a member of my family, or a colleague of mine, you’ve heard me tell parts of this story in person. You’ll know my secret identity when you read this and you’ll hold secrets to my other stories that my pseudonym disguises. And I will not know who you are and that’s unsettling to me....Read On


How Many Potatoes?

Just a little absurd story.

Four hundred and twenty potatoes. A client asked me to take a picture of that on my Exacta 66 camera. I contemplated as I sipped my dirty martini. I do get a lot of absurd requests, but this takes the cake. Speaking of cake, let’s get baked. I forgot what I was going to say now. Whatever, just saying...  ...Read On


Dream Vacation

Sipping dirty martinis Watching girls in bikinis And strumming on my Les Paul Albert King ambles through Riffs ‘I’ll Play the Blues for You’ Man, I really got it all CHORUS It’s a dream vacation No place I’d rather be Yeah, a dream vacation Not sure where I’m at But it suits me Checking out pics From my Exakta 66 Can’t believe what I see Don’t remember all those Sometimes, that’s how it goes...Read On


Kindred Spirits, Distant Hearts. Chapter 30

“Is everything all right, Ma'am?” he asked her. “It's not safe to be out at night alone.”

Tripoli. October 23 rd 1942   Maria awoke with a start. Something had disturbed her and she knew immediately what... Rain! The summer had been relentless and no rain had fallen for some four months but now, it was beating against her window and she felt a huge sense of relief flood through her. She checked her watch and saw that it was almost time to get up anyway so she pulled...Read On


Time Slip

Time Slip

Waking up one morning there wasn't too much out of the ordinary, except that I realized something very odd had happened during the night. When I woke up, three hours had passed. I knew three hours had passed since I had gone to bed because I keep a close eye on when I go to bed and when I am up. Somewhat of an insomniac at times, I do tend to keep a close eye on those things. Well,...Read On