Silence: golden or stifling? or a modern blend?

Tasting old memories is sometimes bitter. Today it is absolutely delicious. An anticipated ice cream cone that melts quickly in a hot, carefree summer day. My mouth waters, especially by that hole where the wisdom tooth used to inhabit. Is my soul that starved? Smelling…

Dear My Younger Self

Oh, dear, younger self, do not fill your days with worry and your time with Bad Boys’ boozy promises; they lead to broken illusions. Oh, dear, slightly older self, enjoy all that you’ve been given instead of seeing that which you lack. Oh, dear, how…

The Uncomplicated Fellow

The sinewy, exceptional sportsman, a rowdy monarch burst with pleasure, “Squeeze! Fascinate!” His ecstatic, eccentric repartee seductive, brilliant, acknowledged and cherished. Be forgotten that unconventional expedition! And perceive additional luxury.

The Present

Oh, thank you dear Elinor. I’m a vague stranger to you, but I am writing to say that your call changed my life. The man who had been seated, got up and came over to where I was. Such excitement! He picked me up, out…

Dystopian Haikus

Imagine a world Where no one had any pain. What would that be like? Would we all be numb? Would we not feel anything? Would it be worth it? Who would give up joy? Imagine no one could laugh. Trading pain for none. It doesn’t…

For the Love of Wine

Hour 12 – 5:00 PM   Been done gone, been way on. Wine to the rim, a bottle; about four gone. Merlot, Burgundy, ill take a glass of each. Rose for the win, Charadonnay for keeps. I love them all, it’s the Argentine in me….

My Husband the Prince

People notice his movie-star good looks but his inside is even more spectacular. I cannot imagine my life without this wonderful man. Non-judgmental, he really listens. And helps and encourages. Every one needs a man like him. His thoughtfulness and ability to make me laugh…

#12, This is.

Clatter. Noise. Dirt. Blood. Detergent. Toilet paper. Dog hair. Snuggles. Food. Music. T.V. Crafts. Money. Kids. Chaos. Family. Love.   This is Home.

Something’s broken alright…

Such gentle, soothing words. When I first heard this song, he was Cat Stevens. 9/11 meant a day on your American calendar. (Europeans would write 11/9) No genital mutilation. No Sudan refugees. And so many horrifying political situations. No reality TV. Imagine a world without…

Awakening

Today I read words I had never heard before the end of the page caused me to gasp for air it was refreshing caused my mind to race creative juices flowing like Niagra Falls. Drowning never felt so good I was submerged in the possibilities…