Sandra and Melanie were talented thespians. Way beyond good; no one had realized they were the best actors in the whole damn school. Melanie was such a chameleon, not even Sandra had twigged to Mel’s self-nomination for leading actress in a goth part. San...
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Cold Comfort Love
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting. ― William Shakespeare, King Henry VWith no breeze, the glassy lake reflected winter back on itself. Though, in that chilling mirror, the bare trees were even better defined, seemingly less shrouded in mist. That was so very different from the previous time Selene had hiked to the isolated...
Happy First Birthday
The days are long but the weeks short.Snips and snails And puppy-dogs’ tails. Asleep, compliant, Momentarily silent. Dreaming of nips? Or plates of chips, Plus yogurt drops, And paddle pops? Defined. Ironic, dude You love sweet food; Sugar and spice, And all that's nice. That grin, your grin,...
The Godfather’s Daughter
The old skin has to be shed before the new skin can come.For the first time, a month after her twenty-second birthday, Maria, shadowed by her mother, greeted guests arriving at their seaside residential compound. Year in, year out, this was the most exclusive New Year’s Eve party on Earth. Yet one so shrouded i...
Tales From the Crypt: Downunder Edition
Spooky shenanigans; boobies too.Typical; should have guessed there’d be an unnerving start to Friday-the-thirteenth at Chez Annie. As my beloved girlfriend goes to fill the coffee pot, water suddenly pulses up into the air and falls waterfall-like onto the kitchen tiles. Carrie is total...
Expecting
Last Sunday was Father's Day down underHey, little one, don’t be coy, Take that alpha step, my boy. You’re luxuriating in my womb, Can’t stay, it’s not a catacomb. You do know what tomorrow is? I thought not; for that day is his. Didn’t think you’d bring a gift, Hopefully focused on your super...
To everyone in the room, she seemed like just a normal girl wearing Vans, blue jeans, and a red hoodie. Except for one, for him, she’s the antithesis of normal. His baby-blue eyes focus; sartorial elegance, that’s true, but he’s hearing the clarion call o...
Eden. The word doesn’t need adornment, it just evokes the image of paradise. Except, it doesn’t in my case. Though not by any means hell, my Eden wasn’t the paradise you should find yourself praying for. For you see, my Eden was, and maybe always will be,...
His simple question rocked her; hurt bubbling to the surface and etching itself on her face. Paul was alarmed he had spoilt their growing rapport. “I’m sorry, Sara. I didn’t mean to pry. Let’s talk about something else.” “No. It’s not your fault,” Sara re...
Mentally prospecting, Needing that perfect word. Meaningful, like frisson, Not discordant; like impact’s not a verb. My mind fog thins, achievement? Still incorporeal, maybe transient; seemingly onomatopoeia. Write it down! It dissolved, cloaked in mist,...
As autumn leaves fell, our lives’ hue darkened. Covid-19 grounded Sarah’s corporate-lawyer lifestyle. We fretted; could infection accompany me home from the hospital? Challenging times, despite dad’s toilet paper stockpile. It pays not to giggle when your...
"I just recorded this," the woman in a lived-in Betsey Johnson dress shyly said. Then she sang the opening line, "I'm going back someday..." How dare she sing Roy Orbison, I thought, she is not worthy. But my ears betrayed my instant judgement. Blue Bayou...
Love rejoices with the truth
1 Corinthians 13: 6-7Lightening's strike Unexpectedly, out of a clear sky Lies laying waste Love's delights? No, honesty is our key Your words set us free To rejoice in God's truth Rightous love is our humanity For he looks kindly on our choice to love Trusts us with his...
Falling In Love
For Pixie and MelEyes lock A thrown switch Magnetic flows Drawn to you Stepping out Over cynical cliffs A leap of faith Potentially us We do click That seatbelt sound Falling safely Protecting us Soft splashdown In love's sea Fatalism banished I'm loved by you
The seasons of love
For Melody and PixieThe days and seasons cycle rhythmically Patterns determined at time’s first dawn The tapestry of hearts wasn’t then written in stone Its left to us weavers to spin love’s silky threads As you two weaved the first stiches of love The golden summer warmed...