During the latter half of 1989 and on into the early months of 1990 some of the local football fields in the town of Watergate along with the river which flowed alongside, were given a makeover and transformed into a public park with lakes, a geezer and so on and this park opened to the public early in the summer of 1990. Across the street where Jennifer Langton lives in this park and on Wednesday night, January 14th, 200...

Beyond the shore, the sun descendsand paints the sky in fuchsia blendswith passion fruit and tangerineand clouds a-blush with peachy sheenmagenta ribbons flirt with blueas day departs in royal adieua spectral thrall, a final boastto brush the warm Amalfi Coastthe spritely sea consumes the lightas waters burn for coming nightand sand glows rose in lovers’ heatthere on the beach, we take our seatI wrap her with a tender arm...

On your return  As we call you The star of Love To brighten the sky  Blessing given to all Mere mortals below Some looked up Seeing your wonderous sight Most continued On their bustling ways As your first gift fell Covering all  With a blanket  Of pure white snow Children came out Filled with magic Hearts soften  Your gift to us Love Peace  From the Kingdom of Heaven   

The weak light from a leaden sky revealed a scattering of forlorn leaves clinging to the dark, wet limbs of trees bordering a deserted playground and half-empty parking lot. Cold, misty rain and swirling winds hastened the inevitable outcome of this doomed struggle.  A typical winter's day in New York, thought, Gwen Kaplan, as she took in the scene from inside her snug bedroom. To her, it seemed beautiful. The nasty weath...

Just the sanding of the years on a wall still firm and strong, just the flaking here and there, while TIme smiles and goes on. Just a few more marks and lines on a surface still quite smooth, while events unfold and fade, while peace and turmoil meet and love and desire rub elbows with the paleness of dying seconds.    

Merry Christmas to you all How festive are you feeling? Are you enjoying the Christmas lights, and decorations on the ceiling?   Did you wake up bright and early, and rush out your bedroom door? Or did you drink too much last night, and wake up on the floor?   Whatever your current condition you must enjoy the festive cheer For those of you with hangovers Just have another beer.   Eat, drink and be merry indulge in those...

From the far side of the street, Nathan could see that the living room light of his apartment was on, but when he had left for work it had been quite bright so he knew that he had not accidentally left it on. He entered the estate grounds after keying in the security code to the pedestrian gate and watched as that apartment light went out before he could even get to the steps that lead up to the apartment door. His first...

As the wind carved its way swiftly across the sand and rocks of the Wirral side of the River Dee, seagulls tried desperately to maintain some sort of stability as they circled in the air, and a few dogs that were out still played and jumped around as though not affected. One of those dogs, ‘Baron’, a three-year-old border-collie sniffed around the rocks and pebbles for nothing in particular, its owner near the shoreline,...

Strange things do happen and more often than not they tend to happen to me. This is the telling of the kind of thing that does happen. Went into the bar of a nearby hotel one evening, met up with a few of the lads, had a few drinks, and watched the televised football. It was late in the year, quite nippy outside but after having a few pints it always doesn't seem to be quite as cold as it actually is. It was fairly dark a...

I wrote this in response to a friend that was trying to extol the virtues of being a dog owner. "Cats don't play as dogs do," he informed me. "Yes, they do. You just have to understand the game," I respond. Our little ragdoll female loves to play and her favorite game is "Where's the kitty." The game starts when I go into the basement to start a load of laundry. As I'm sorting the clothes I hear a small cry and I look aro...

A haze of amber flecked with goldthe nightly spell of Rome takes holdits citrine light gleams from our hairand our footsteps float as if on airThe ancient mischief of ancient lanesdilates our eyes, infects our brainsthe domes and columns coalesceto wink us, nudge us, urge us, 'yes'With impish looks, our hands entwineour faces flushed with golden winecoy laughter rolls in rustic streetstill in our sight, the river greetsUp...

He loved her so much he gave her a rose, the most beautiful rose In his exotic garden. She broke into tears, ran to his garden to find the mother plant that has lost her child. She tried to join them, and saw it was no use. She cried for her rose, fated to die in a vase because of his love for her.    

Time and gardens go together, love and roses go together crystals and rain go together, fireplaces and Winter also go together… We, on the other hand, shared time in gardens, enjoyed love and roses, loved raindrops on crystals, cuddled near the fireplace in cold, ice-cold Winters, and yet, sadly enough, we are no longer together.    

"When I was young I had a dog. My parents decided that we couldn't afford it. It was the Depression." She told the story once more. Their mother had told it before. They always tried to understand. "It was on Christmas Eve. I cried that night. My dog came back in the morning. I thought it was a miracle." When they heard the story they were happy. The first time. "My father gave it away again. We were poor." Hearing the st...

She looked at him in awe and saw her past revisited, she looked at him hopefully and saw her uncertain future. He just looked at her intently and saw only the present. And it is now, years later, she lives only in the present while he thinks of their past and still regrets not finding her in his bright, promising future.