How High?

When you have high standards, hardly anything seems good enough. When you have my standards, even the way I breathe sucks. My nose sounds like an emergency whistle when I inhale. My dishes look like Barney took a big purple dump on the plate. My…

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  In the real world – as also in faerie tales – it is about thaumaturgy. In the real world Alice is the monster and the Jabberwock a virginal cherub, logged on with the user name ‘bruised romantic’ …..and the password – Rumpelstiltskin.    

The Wall

There’s a wall I create and build up around me. People sometimes make weak spots, and almost tear it down, but then snide comments words spoken behind stiff shoulders, and the wall is then covered and repaired, built up with steel.

Not Mine

Arms wrap around your middle, lips caress your neck Whispers turn your hair erect. You melt into a soft body and hands run up your back, but they’re not mine, not anymore.  

Our mother..

It never complains We go down the lane Sit under its shade It never gets paid Money is not its price Now is the time when care should rise She has given so much love Can’t we give a gentle hug We take all her…

Dreams Come True

A mighty blue castle looms amongst the dark skies, And children scream as the thunder rolls in, and a blinding flash of lightning cracks the sky in two. And there is waiting, much waiting, for something we are told to love. It’s magic—We’re told but…

Silence

SILENCE. In bold letters we must scream for others to hear our meager means! No SOUND. We yell for we hate and with boisterous bickering tones, the crowd dies down.

The Taste of Summer

Honeydew and morning glory Crackling heat And scary stories Hickory smoke Grilled artichoke Laughter,love,and smiles Abound That’s what summer tastes like

Destiny

And maybe it’s not destiny that we end up together, but it sure was fate that brought out our warm weather. And perhaps it’s not fortune that we’ll hold on now or ever, but it sure is inevitable that I’ll love you forever.