I used to read books once It had a beginning, a middle, and an end Now I just type a bunch of letters Then hit send.   I used to carry photos They made my wallet fat Now I just slide back and forth on my phone I guess that takes care of that.   I used to have lots of change And hunt for phone booths to call Now I just call wherever I’m at I don’t have to have change at all.   I used to unfold maps Trying to fold them back...

Sometimes, the stars and moon and nighttime air are so perfect that being there in those moments is like being blessed, and I breathe them in as fully as I can and hold them in my heart and mind as a precious time, a sacred time when I feel the universe within, but then my thoughts get invaded by mundane  thoughts that come like uninvited guests to remind me to buy dish detergent, or garbage bags, or call the bank, and I...

What is this country in my mind I've wandered through for all these years, this land of hills and valleys, streams and rivers I have crossed, mountains I have climbed, forests, meadows, tangled jungles where I was lost but somehow found my way to this place filled with memories where I can see where I have been and nothing is forgotten.   It's where my childhood lives in a tiny house hidden in a forest far from here in th...

He leaves her crying, alone, insides dead He makes her believe it’s all in her head. She wants to scream She wants to yell The anger consumes her Her life feels like hell. She is tired of being strong Of pretending she’s okay Of hiding the hurt In the light of the day.   His words cut right through her, they’ve torn her apart There is only cold stone where there once was a heart. Her temper flares Her insides churn She bi...

Have you ever just missed someone? Not the, oh I should call them kind of missing. I mean the kind where you are sitting right next to each other. You watch them and yearn for their hands, their kisses, and their attention. Where you wake up to a good morning and go to bed with a goodnight, but everything in between is different. You don’t feel them like you used to. They don’t look at you like before. They smile, but it’...

The rains came early that September Falling from a brooding leaden sky, After months of unending sunshine When all colour drained from fields and leaves, And small lakes and reservoirs dried up, Baked earth like concrete all that remained. The relentless downpour turned the earth To a sea of mud, mud everywhere, Getting into homes, soiling carpets  And staining floors; and cold driving winds Stripped all the leaves from t...

We can not choose who we fall in love with.  For love with the help of Cupid chooses us.  Love, as the arrow from his bow, enters your heart.  It does not matter if it is the right time or not.  If she is half your age or not.  If she is a woman of another man or not.  Even if she lives halfway around the globe, or down the street from you.  For she is the one for you.  Listen to your heart.   Believe.  Love. But still yo...

Sarvanez shifted in her chair. The corset pinched into her waist and it was every bit as uncomfortable as it looked. How do the women here wear these every single day? She thought to herself, feeling irritated. Still, in being a good visitor, she had agreed to wear one, along with a dress of hundreds-or what felt like hundreds- of layers of petticoats underneath beautiful yellow taffeta. She was still surprised she had be...

To:  cynthiaj@ourtheatre.org Hi Cynthia,I saw in the trade today that you are still looking for an actor to be in Carlos' play. I know you had posted auditions to be held last night but they had been sparsely attended. If you folks are interested in someone my age being a part of the play I would be willing to come by this evening.I would be happy to fill a role for you on this late notice.I should remind you that I was i...

One look catches another Heart touches heart Eyes bright with desire One smile follows more As feelings grow Hands reach out Time stands still One second  A lifetime As he touches her hand with his lips Then holding her hand to his heart They pledge their love No words are spoken None are needed One moment  A lifetime together

I was annoyed… At first… Then I was amused. - - - I have lived in Midtown Manhattan for most of my adult life and Eugenia’s Creations just off Herald Square is my favorite boutique. I am a curvy girl and Eugenia designs specifically for ladies with a figure. I tend towards the slightly edgy side of sturdy tailored pieces, which means I don't do frilly stuff well. Nevertheless, I have a great appreciation for good design t...

The rain lashed noisily against the windows and drummed upon the flat roof of the dormer. She pulled the blankets up over her head and tried to shut out the incessant din but it was no use. The howling wind whistled around the eaves reaching a thundering crescendo before dying away, only to return with equal ferocity moments later.   Outside she could hear the distant roar of the sea, waves crashing mercilessly against th...

  The Mists of Avalon   Once on a time, there tells a story; of enchanted days, that are long goneHow in a lake, there dwells a Lady; in the Mists, of Avalon Do I stand, upon the ruins, among the spirits, living here?Merlin, and King Arthur; Lancelot, and Guinevere Do you believe, those tales of magic; of chivalry, and the table roundA shining hope, or simply legend, a fairy tale, or hallowed ground Does the Lady wait, fo...

I’m a six-banger Hammer-fanner Rapid fire lover.   I’m fully loaded On the prowl Looking for action under covers.   Target defined Weapon drawn Gunsmoke and powder.   Bullseyes amassed Handle is notched Cries getting louder and louder.   As chambers turn And shells ejected My prey has been fully shot   What’s that you say? Oh, boy I say “Kind sir, is that all you got?”   I look around No ammunition to be found I smile a s...

To keep my evenings copasetic, I imbibe my usual anaestheticDraught beer may not be classy, but it’s cheapTherefore, I end most of my days, in a somewhat alcoholic hazeBefore I stumble home along the street This establishment, so necessary, the pub, my friendly sanctuaryMy nightly refuge from the daily grindWhere I commence self-degradation and blame it on inebriationUntil escorted out the door at closing time Consuming b...