An ache a twinge A silent cringe An expletive uttered Echoes in twos Across the sphere Laughter of children The hoots of owls The whisper of wind Across the roof Twine entwine heard Gossamer fingers whispers of caresses the ardent lover smiles kisses met in sunsets felt at dawn in another Friends and families Laugher and merriment One just gently smile Into the distance Answered by the other Thin gossamer walls Divides th...

  “...and in local sports, the Mets and Yankees both dropped road…” Debbie Morris automatically switched off the alarm radio she’d carefully set last night to turn on later than usual and glanced at her wristwatch.  Satisfied she was now, as planned,  exactly ten-minutes behind schedule,  she nodded and went back to re-checking her hair and make-up. As usual, she didn’t like what she saw in the small make-up mirror on her...

This is the time to lay low, my lady, to have faith in the Universe, to pluck a harp string and listen. It's time to meditate on the sound of a single string softly thrumming. Our friends, our family, each present a single tone into the air. A cacophony of sounds when assembled together. Intrusive at times, seldom in harmony, tones of friends and family are yet distinctive enough for us to focus on the one sound exclusive...

I usually appreciate the winter solstice, because I love the mysterious chilly nights and the warm lights that stave it off from inside houses. Warm glasses of tea while gazing into the dark sky by the fire reflecting on life and love and blessings. But this year has been so difficult for so many reasons that I am carrying too much darkness, and the early nights are gut-wrenching. How can one feel loved and still feel alo...

It seems like there is nowhere else to run and at times there is nothing to hold on to, and there being times when it seems as though I need to just standup and let go. As I head on down this back road and looking up at the stars, wondering if things will once again be all-right considering that it seems in the dead of night and harbingers of war have taken over controlling everything. Which has me wondering if the time f...

It was a day just like today I remember, Unseasonably mild for late in October; The trees were still apparelled in splendid colours, The shades of autumn, oranges and reds, rich browns, And brilliant gold, a last defiant display, Before winter took away their summer glory, To leave them naked, stark against the horizon, Or shrouded mysteriously in foggy gloom; Only the sparkle of hoar frost on their branches Or the first...

Standing here on a wooded ridge feeling the fine drizzling rain in my face here in the North Country Fair, and feeling as if I had wiped the dust from my hands and the sleep from my eyes and being aware of changes taking place. As I find myself standing here and am reminded of when I stood in a dark doorway and looked out at that temple of life when I attempted to try and live my life upon the square as I looked to the sk...

Finding myself out here again on that old Highway 61once again, and hearing the old cries and commands in my head as I make my way where it leads, as the old cadence song of: ”Leforight, 2,3,4, sound off; 1,2, sound off; 3, 4, cadence count; 1,2,…3, 4!" are heard clearly. As I look back and know, one should never look back, but sometimes we do it anyway and see the flames, Which are still pouring from that empty boxcar th...

Sitting here in these early morning hours watching downtown come to life, and hearing the faint strains of the X-Files theme being played in the background, and is seeming to emphasize these strange days and times that have caught up and found me. As I feel the triple shot of that silver bullet caffeine begin to kick in and know that the Devil’s in the details and not all has been revealed completely or made clear with th...

Having heard all those hints and allegations made at the break of the day, coming from those self-proclaimed saints quick to judge and their allies the prophets of doom, with all having been once again divined all from the writing(s) on the walls that are their omnipotent gospels. Saying that all the moments given were used and that now there is no time, place, or chances left, and with indolent glares they pass judgment...

Standing here against a wall off of the main square her in the dark light of the sun, as I find myself leaning back as I close my tired eyes feeling the warm wind blowing and the heat under blue skies. Thinking of why I was hearing the sound of a drum being beat slowly and a fife played lowly? That was able to be heard during the heavy thunderstorm while it passed through last night, and wondering why I heard those played...

Vapor is trailing from the rocket that is being counted down, to enter the cold of space. And there is no limit to those things we can do, and when you look into my eyes you can see beyond what you fear inside. We both know it all belongs to eternity, as we search for life that we never truly knew. Traveling through darkness to stand in the light once again, with both of us holding secrets, and even when the darkness fall...

You came into my life an turned my world upside down,  showing me what a truly caring and loving friend is. You took the time to listen and have gotten to know the real me,  not the one I show the world however, the real me  --the one usually hidden by my walls. Your faith, trust, belief and most of all your love  helped me to grow more confident each time we spoke, hour-by-hour, day by day. Thank you for showing me you ...

 “I wonder if it’s too soon to return to the house yet”, he thought. “Dads been yelling for an hour.” From past experience Jo knew his Dad would go on for another two hours. It always happened when he came home after drinking all day with his mates at the pub. He would come in fall flat on his face on the welcome mat and would not stir for another hour. When they were little his mum would take him and his sister out to th...

 I gazed into the mirror As a child Pulling myself up to see Blond hair and brown eyes Mouth in a hesitant smile The only one I could tell how I felt Or remembered how life had been And promised how life could be. I looked into the mirror as a teenager I saw a moon face full of blemishes, discordant and sought to use it as a canvas To paint myself more acceptable eyes and mouth. No truth was available. I imagined a fantas...