Standing here looking out on that Temple of Life again, and seeing what looked like a goddess rising from the mist of memories, having me recall the ballad of Cathain. Hearing a voice and seeing a face and closing my eyes knowing all is just an illusion, and knowing there are times when I can’t hold my head high and knowing too that some beauty was simply destroyed. Which at times leaves me blind and cold, like the surfac...

Feeling the time has arrived to go through the sleet, and driving snow across the frozen fields towards that light there in the distance. And feeling as if the earth is moving under my own dreamscapes, doing what I can to be there tonight. Knowing I don’t have much to offer or take and ain’t nothing nowadays like it used to be, and still seems like looking for the answers and the peace I haven’t found yet, with nothing se...

As the taxi made its way up the winding roads of Victoria Peak, Gael wondered which house the party was going to be in. He had scoped out many of them when he first arrived, but Victoria was a long trek from Kowloon for a poor young westerner without a car. It was at least 20 minutes by train, and then there was the walk to the top. Gael rarely took taxis, but tonight was an exception as he wanted to take advantage of eve...

Loni wandered around her modest apartment taking inventory. The living room furniture while old was in excellent condition as was her bedroom set. The kitchen table and chairs were from a second-hand store but also in great shape for their age. All had been purchased when money was very tight.She took a seat and poured herself a glass of wine and began to inventory what the moving company would have to haul to Florida; th...

Finding myself waking at the break of day to a coffee scented morning here in Paris, and propping myself up on an elbow under that red comforter as I look around and breathe in that rich coffee smell. And thinking of what was seen in the dreaming as I attempt to shake off the dark colours of the previous night’s dreams, as I stare at the dust mote filled patches of the sun’s dark light as it illuminates the books lying th...

"Tell me what happened," he repeated raising his voice. "Call me when you're sober and I will consider it," she answered angrily as she reached for the doorknob. Dan grabbed her by one shoulder to stop her and she rounded on him and smacked him across the face. He responded by smacking her across her face in the same manner. They stood there just looking at each other for the longest time. She dropped her backpack and pur...

During the following week, Loni did not spend her nights or even see Dan. She had a few papers due that needed her attention, but she did call every evening, and they chatted for hours. On the weekends, she arrived on Friday and stayed until Sunday.It was during the time when he was alone and continued his packing that Dan began to have second thoughts.He was heading to Fort Lauderdale with its warm weather, beautiful bea...

Dan was concerned by Loni's need to talk to him seriously and he thought about it for the rest of the afternoon. In between shows they joked and chatted with everyone backstage as they normally did, but the nagging reminder of the needed talk kept invading his mind, but he didn't let it show.The last fashion show was standing room only and the crowd was very responsive. All too soon five thirty arrived signaling the end o...

I had heard it said once that the Devil lives in the details, and I know just exactly what was meant when I heard it said by them. Though, most of the time I try and stay focused and try to look ahead at what might come, even if I feel at times as if I am walking through a wasteland as I make my way down the line, and being like some kind of a wandering ghost or like a ghost living in the machinery. But I will somehow sur...

It seems as though I cast the die a few years ago on a game of pitch and toss, and now find myself being called and directed where to go on an old road known as Highway 61. Feeling like I had set sail as I headed down it and heard and felt that false clock trying to distract me, and having heard voices calling and knowing that spirits are using me as I thought of how many times I fell. And have since then been looking for...

The city was under siege. Mother Nature was unleashing her fury. Such torrential rain had not been seen in a 100 years. The city was drowning. Breached lakes, overflowing sewage, furious sea, and the relentless rain. There was an overwhelming sense of despair among the rich and the poor alike. But I wasn’t worried. I was in fact mildly happy. Only two days back, I had moved into my new apartment. The apartment was thankfu...

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; the old marching songs of :” Leforight, 2,3,4, sound off; 1,2, sound off; 3, 4, cadence count; 1,2,…3, 4”! And as I look back and know one should never look back but sometimes we do it anyway and see the flames, that are still pouring from that empty boxcar that still sits ther...

Loni took a seat and moved closer to the table. There was an uncomfortable silence as Brad's parents surveyed the way she had dressed and the amount of makeup she wore. "My, that's an interesting ensemble. Is it new?" his Mom finally stated in carefully chosen words. "No. It's been hanging in back of my closet for too long and I decided to wear it," she answered. The waiter almost dropped his tray of water glasses and hot...

Hearing the sound of piano notes being played as if it were an overture or prelude, almost as if all had been choreographed or set to music like a set piece yet I know it to be a mind game, with confusion mingling with the sound of curses echoing from past lost opportunities mixed with regrets. As I stand here wondering if paradise is lost or just been blinded by rainbows and watching the wind? Feeling like I am on the do...

Finding myself walking alongside the river at the tail end of that winter of discontent, as I find myself taking that path beside it, as I follow each serpentine curve and going to where it leads, and not minding the fine mist from those heavy gun metal grey skies overhead. And still being able to still feel a touch of the winter and it’s chill that’s still in the air, and having the feeling of being watched, and observed...