In a shadowy alcove in a darkened and dimly lit pub, a humanoid figure sits at a small table and holds his wineglass by the stem. He tips the empty glass first one way and then the other as he contemplates the small flickering light which rests in the center of the table. This light, as with all the others in the pub is not a candle and he has never understood what it is, nor has he inquired as to its nature. It simply ex...

Of leaves rustling in nature's autumn breeze snoring in midnight's gentle symphony and the infinite waters of winding rills as twilight curls around the legs of hills caressing the shadows in life's energy whispering scented ginseng for tea in the falling rains for shampoo snoring in midnight's gentle symphony

Early Wednesday morning, Alf and Jack made their monthly wagon trip into Merevale village to collect sacks of feed and three new saddles. Alf insisted that they pay a quick visit to see Vic, the village blacksmith. Jack smiled as he guessed Vic’s reason. Because of the coming Saturday race, Vic was very busy as they walked into the clash of metal on metal inside the shop. The smithy turned to them, his smiling face as red...

The ward was silent, except for the constant bleep of the EKG monitor. Her grandmother moved her head a little but she did not open her eyes. The tube going into her nose and an IV on her arm, made her looks like a grotesque scientific experiment. Elisha stared at her face, so worn and lined now and recalled how brilliantly beautiful she used to be. As she sat there, she once more went down memory lane: On the pavement of...

White Elephant is a game I have long detested because it involves stealing gifts from others. The game has been played at the annual Christmas Party for the past two years in a group I belong to. The first year White Elephant was played I did not go to the Christmas Party solely because the game was being played. The second year, this year, I pushed my morality reasoning aside and thought the party as a whole might be fun...

For a while, there was a vast nothingness. I had succumbed to the void and assimilated to it. There was no pain or joy. Only the slight general feeling of reprieve. It was only when the sound of a door unlocked, my heavy eyes fluttered open. “Victorine, my love, you have risen,” the tall shadow spoke softly. I lay upon a large feathered bed. Massive aubergine curtains hung closed from high-up curtain rods. Every piece in...

Jack cautiously eased his mount, Rascal, alongside Ebony, on whom Sir Oswald’s niece sat, so relaxed now, so damned attractive, yet so far above him socially, as he asked, “Any particular direction, m’lady?” She replied firmly, “I’m not a m’lady. I’ve told you. My name is Rebecca. Becky to my friends.” She gave a little snort, “Of which there are few.” Through the trees the lake could be seen, ripples sparkling like sequi...

Autumn winds, moonless seas my heart begins to dream listening to the willow hair raining a different tongue whispering minuets echoing herons of endless wings in timeless shadows sung forever waves of emerald eyes and the falling gills of leaves listening to the willow hair billow upon the pillow's lair

The cold and sterile atmosphere in the hospital ward was impersonal and did not do anything to comfort Elisha. She sat by the bed where her best friend rested, so still. Her best friend was also her grandmother whom she called Grammie Willie. Elisha stared at her grandmother’s still placid face for the longest time and her memory flashed down memory lane to more than thirty years ago. She was then five years old. Her moth...

In the patchwork quilt store life is but a thimble in a basket or lost in a pocket of time with a clock to mend the socks molding life around one's finger a goblet full of suspicious dreams in the patchwork quilt store

Horses tended, all ten stable stalls, swept and cleaned, and the resultant manure loaded onto the wagon, Jack Wetherley, apprentice stable manager on the Brandling estate, considered that a decent Monday morning’s work done. Jack blinked in the bright noonday sun. Heat from that same sun, and the heavy work just completed, had his shirt clinging to his sweated body. Without delay, he pulled the rough garment over his head...

It was when the clock struck midnight that our eyes met across the golden ballroom. His darkened gaze sent an icy finger trailing down my spine. I watched as he weaved through women in extravagant gowns and men in polished suits. Effortlessly keeping his eyes fixated on me. Suddenly, someone stuck the gong. Sound waves vibrated throughout the room and my bones. I instinctively clutched a hand to my chest while searching f...

The beauty of birth To have a little person so perfect And so trusting depending on you Twins A girl and boy born minutes apart The bond they share Never to part They are so much alike But separate in their own special ways To watch them Explore new things each day Learning more than they realize To see things as they do Each new touch Sound and taste Watching them I am aware of the beauty of each day To feel their hand c...

The togetherness we feel How your heart meets mine I miss you my darling I long to hold you You to feel me when I cry I accept No matter what happens We are stuck like glue I own your heart As you do mine To complete the other Two halves make a whole Soul mates through out time To have and to hold No distance can separate us No time to end No apologies required It is us You and me As it has always been

Simple sticks, birds in a nest nature's argyles and twigs trees losing their wigs as Autumn goes the wind listening to the silence now covered with leaves from green to gold jeans simple sticks, birds in a nest nature's argyles and twigs