For my friend Ravenpearl. Marcie forever in my heart. I wish… we had met long ago. Running through the fields as children. Giggling at butterflies tickling our noses. Grass so high it brushed our cheeks as we ran. All those fences climbed on the shortes...
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The air is stillThe warmthTender and strongI know before I look outsideThe snow has comeNo movement at allNo soundJust snow fallingAnd feelings of loveWith tears that must not fallThe smiles and wordsThe happiness we share as oneKnowing always and believi...
The Spell-Book of a White Witch
Fact or Fiction?Over twenty years ago I found a spell-book of a white witch. I looked through the spells listed and there were many interesting spells in the text. There were spells to win affection and to keep people from harming themselves and many others. (Every time...
From the depthOf my heartOf my soul,I lay itAll before youMy friend.To showMy weakinessBefore your love,To showThat I amAfraidOf your kindness,To showThat I am readyTo be mold byYour loving hand's.From the depthOf my beingI'm ready to feelTo give allAnd a...
like how today there was this tall girlcrossing the street in the afternoon sundark and pure as a hundred summer midnightsbraids long as her spinelaughing at something with her friendsnatural and selfless as windand the way it plunged meinto the deepest a...
A Murder on the River Thames
The river hides many mysteries"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." Oscar Wilde, 1854-1900 ***** "The Queen is Dead! Long Live the King!" What more important change than the death of a sovereign. At least, for the nation. Perhaps not for individuals. Th...
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Happiness Happens
The sister of the girl you loved loved you, so the girl you loved wouldn't love you.about 1600 words James Happiness Happens by James Foley Martin Trent remembered crashing that Iraqi stone farmhouse—past midnight, March 2016. Inside, tapestries draped those stone walls. Four men: two at a table and two on a beat-up green sofa. Ri...
Time goes slow,As I sink into an all-time low.My heart beats pain as I strain my eyes looking for a better future.All doors closed but I keep an open mindLeft alone, I am the last of my kindI got comfortable, in a home that wasn’t mineSleeping every day...
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A gift from afar
The beauty of the season is in one's heartA carpet of frozen snowflakes doth lieAmong the grass, icy dew dissolves,The fractals, each one unique and fleetingColours, a prism in which the light evolves A little bird, ‘gainst a thorn his breast yieldsHark! His winter song, his feathers are rentBloo...
As the fallen leaves swirl in the street anda northern wind blows tis the season.Once again it's the season of "brotherly love." Santa helpers ringing their bells and wishingone and all a Merry Christmas.The local children pressing hopeful faces atthe Old...
Learning to Swim
Still waters run deepThe day was hot and muggy. Summer in the Ozarks. The creek flowed slowly, pooling quietly enough for the water skippers to stride over the surface. One could smell the apple scent they painted on the gentle breeze. The father held his son up, standing in...
I've been trying to write, but it's like the phrases that once flowed from my fingertips like molten gold have crystallized into ice. I've been trying to write, but it's like I'm the pyramids and finally, Egypt has become my succubus, who I submit to with...
Dancin’ the bluesIs a complicated business;First, you focus on the rhythm,Then you try to feelHow your partner moves,Fumbling to sway with his groove:Most of all, you strain to blend withAll the glory ofThat music,In three or four pressurised minutes,When...
There's a house at the top of the hill. Haunted, of course.It doesn't want to kill, or even chill. Benevolent, of course. It used to be a mill. Abandoned, of course. They made twill. Aeons ago, of course. Now the house sits lonely and old. Awaiting its ne...
Before There Was We
There was youBefore there was we there was youAnd when you were young all was new.Do you think about that. I still do.Before there was we there was you.***Before there was we there was meAnd when I was young I was free.But I dreamed about you on my knee.Before there w...