Night Calls But love yearns In the night So cold and lonely And the sheets Can’t stop you from shivering Or cool your temperature That’s when I require Your love Love so sweet When the night closes Like a blank page I yearn your indulgence Unraveling my hidden mystery Riveting Inhale Exhale Sweating impulsively Tasting of savory Sulken love Like cherry dripping From mouth Flowing through me Like a river to stream And I ye...

I dare to dream Of love and Romance A fairytale world Only a folly act Creating a world of wonder I dare to dream Dream I know not Some holding me A prince charm Intriguing me Carrying me away In doves’ wings Surrounding me With roses Feeling the warmth Of an angel’s kiss Taking my breath away I dare to dream To have a happy Ending Like Cinderella I dare to dream And just for a moment I believe in my folly world I dare to...

How do I; love you without the insecurities and hurts from the past clouding my actions.How do I; stop comparing you to him? You love me totally and are a better man. How do I; believe what you say, do and speak, when my mind questions your actions.How do I; stop second-guessing everything I do, even my love for this manHow do I; when I realize completely that you did nothing to hurt me, just love me.How do I; because I k...

THE KISSING STONE (ALYA) ...And when the silence was at its deepest, the stillness so complete that even the crickets ceased their shouting, and the watchman on duty was dozing off somewhere. Alya arose from her bed as if obeying a command and, dressed in her nightclothes, went to the door and opened it. For a long moment, she stood at the open door listening, then closed the door behind her and walked into the night. The...

There was once a little bird and she lived free and explored the world. If someone offered her a crumb she would sing and fly for them to make them smile. Late one spring, she found someone who loved her songs and the shimmering sun on her wings so much he would come every day to his window with crumbs of cake to encourage her back. Some days she came, other days she flew around elsewhere, doing other things. She alighted...

I knew the keys for my future happiness would be forgiveness; closure. I prepared a pyre, then gazing at the flames meditating on purifying, transforming through fire. burning the cause of my pain; the letters, one by one. First one lit; an heirloom of Mother’s naivety? Stupidity? Irresponsibility? Telling my father in law I put my daughter In your hands. Looking at me over the letter he mockingly said What a foolish woma...

I swore to you the purest love. You told me that was sweet. I begged for us to live together, and kneeled down at your feet. I pleaded that you take me back. I said, “I need you so!” I cried like I had when a child  so many years ago. I promised this time I would help with food and heat and rent. That you would have the final say on how all cash was spent. I asked you to forgive me for my prior, foolish lies. I looked up...

I saw you and I had no choice. Your heavenly face, your alluring voice. All my waking thoughts were about you. We met and had our intimate talks. We shared romantic beachside walks. I agonized about what I should do. You were young and I was old. My body had become quite cold. I prayed your love might lead to my rebirth. Long ago my desires went. My manly passions had been spent. I hoped you could restore my lost self-wor...

JasperWell this was a fine state of affairs. I had seen some states of affairs in the past, but none to top this particular one; I was quite speechless in fact. I looked at Jasper in despair. ‘What are you staring at? Staring’s not going to help to me!’ he shouted through the glass window. I was still speechless. Amazement and astonishment washed over me as I perched myself against the lamp-post and stared back at him. Th...

It was the exhilarating time when the clouds were billowing and gathering for the storm, the trees swayed in the eerie wind and the air was fresh and cool; just like the weather I was used to in England. It was such a relief after the Mexican dry season. I twirled my platinum wedding ring, an heirloom from my grandmother’s era, around my finger and gave thanks for the gift that was Jago, who had come laughing into my life...

It is very painful in a sad ironic way, that what can hurt so badly is the thing one does not say. Those alive can hear tomorrow that which should be said. What was never spoken cannot be told to the dead. If you love in silence then love cannot shine its light. Making sure your dear one knows means fewer tears at night.

I want youMore than any man has everIn any form I can have youWhether I have to wilt awayAnd slither back to where it is I came fromI need youMore than the deserts wish for rainTo supplicate the fields Which used to hold so much promiseHow dry they remain Waiting patiently to be blessedBy the tears of a maidenWho knows no boundariesAnd washes away the sadnessOf one lowly travelerHe writes across life's pagesScrawled penma...

It takes a desperate man to pursue a woman who thinks that he’s a disgusting, lying pig. My ex-wife Veronica was the woman. I was the man and the pig. “What kind of pervert gives his ex-wife a box of flavored lubricants and a blow-up nun doll for a commemorative anniversary gift?” she shouted. “You are a pathetic pervert!” “Firstly, that’s nice alliteration!” I said. “But heck…can’t you take a joke? It’s a gag gift!” I ha...

The seldom creature wishes beating deafly chained into its cold chambers Too neglected Spoken as an ugly creature full of scars of pain and torture Battered seldom creature silent and alone wishing for wishes that would not beat out loud enough for a beauty to hear Wishing the ugly creature for a sharp hearing beauty to hear the musical beating that gave life to the ugly creature Wishing for a future Where beauty would Se...

  I walked along the banks of Loch Erne and sat down under the shadow of an Alder tree, to look at the sunset over Fermanagh mountains and islands and meditate. Jacques Jardel sat beside me on a fallen tree trunk, philosopher; we felt the same sadness of the soul, now almost a shadow of the intensity of years ago, surrounded by the relentless rain, and bogs of Ireland This Loch still had small fish, hard to see, but glitt...