"I adore you" The words were spokenheard and acceptedwith gratitude and delight Not always offered aloud in the pasteven when understood within the trust of a heart in need The adoration of a chorus of friends and lovers from lifethat passed sincerely revealed The latestto betenderedthis approbation in wordsas the solace of destined sublimity and jubilantembrace The embrace of certitude and affection Rememberedtruly in th...
As we sat down sipping our tea from our teacup around the dining table, the sister superior welcomed and thanked us for volunteering to help them. The three of us were handed the guidelines, explaining to us the work we could help out with. I went through the list quickly, as the sister of the Missionary of Charity continued to explain to us the things we could help out with.After having spoken for half an hour she finall...
There is something peculiarly British about the fact that we have many different words for precipitation arising from our legendary obsession with the weather, itself not surprising for a people living on an island at the junction of four weather systems but with a prevailing westerly airstream. In contrast, the most dramatic and powerful of human emotions is summed up in a single rather bland word “love.” To the Ancient...
I will try and always be there for youForever and ever, whenever you may need meBecause you’re my lover and my friendMay I offer, you my broad shoulders And be that pillow when neededMay my ears, be there to listenWhen you need, something of your chest. You’re my lover, that I’ll do anything forBecause I’d travel vast distances bare footAcross the great Saharan desertWith sands, hot like embers on a fireThat sparks and cr...
What people don’t realise is that death isn’t what they think it is. ~ You find yourself in a waiting room…Sitting comfortably on the couch. It’s not too cold, it’s not too warm…It even comes complete with old school elevator type music. They probably figured a setting as familiar as a doctor’s office would be calming, but then they never met my orthodontist. He is still very much alive and torturing little children with...
I'll be thereI'll be by your sideWhen you're feeling blueI'll lift you up way up highI'll put you on a pedestal,And wipe your tears awayBecause you're my shining star.I'll treasure you foreverBecause you are my sanctuary,My safe haven,You're my angel in disguise.Making me believeThat everything won't go wrongThat the sun will rise again.You shape my life,You're my guiding light,Your motherly,Sisterly,Friendly loveAlways h...
“Who wants to go with me to Israel next year?” Margaret threw the question in the middle of the group of friends who were enjoying themselves around the fire. No one said much and on a whim, I decided that it would be the perfect opportunity to spend time with my best friend who has fought cancer the past eighteen months. “I will,” Margaret looked surprised, but then a big smile formed across her face, “Great, you know it...
Kissing the girl Errin slipped out through one of the side doors, the hot and sticky summer air enveloped her. The heatwave has rolled over the city the past few days relentless and scorching. She needed some cool air, for more than one reason. The red wine, tequila and the usual cigarette with wine have unlocked bottled up feelings. She sighed, she had hoped that the night air would cool her down and clear her mind,...
Life is a special game. Sometimes it's fun, like playing jacks or marbles. You had a talent for some competed on the sandy school playground. Some more than others. Such as tetherball and hopscotch. She walked towards you along a street during freshman orientation. On the sidewalk was a hopscotch court. You tossed the keychain from your pocket to a square, hopped on one foot, stooped, picked it up. Hopped on to the end an...
Summer days. Two gals, riding along, bikes jiggling down country lanes, past sweltering fields of beans and corn. Together as always in those days. Laughing and singing. Tasting the ripened berries. Holding hands, walking through hallways of an old brick schoolhouse smelling of caustic cleansers. One day you hugged Trudy goodbye. Feeling her thin shoulders tense up. The porch screen door squeaked. "Get on home, Becca. It'...
I have a friend who I miss very much; Over the years we’ve kept in touch. I phoned each time I came into town, We’d meet to catch up and share the lowdown. A high school friend, what more can there be? Alas, he never thinks about contacting me. So while I am his friend, is it always to be That my friendship is misplaced eternally? I have another friend and we always speak Perhaps for hours on the phone each week. From m...
“Hey Andrew,” Jeremy began. “You know, when you said you had exams to study for, I thought you meant you were going to study for them after our little outing.” Andrew rolled his eyes. Sarvanez knew that they were friends, or at least, they knew each other already. It was she and Esperanza who were new to the group. “One of the people here,” said Andrew, as he opened the door to the apartment building, “could give us...
Sarvanez shifted in her chair. The corset pinched into her waist and it was every bit as uncomfortable as it looked. How do the women here wear these every single day? She thought to herself, feeling irritated. Still, in being a good visitor, she had agreed to wear one, along with a dress of hundreds-or what felt like hundreds- of layers of petticoats underneath beautiful yellow taffeta. She was still surprised she had be...
Songul’s head spun under the glare of the different colored lights. She had only been to a county fair one other time in her life, and that was when she was a kid. Still, after being laid off from a job she had worked at for a while, it was refreshing to feel like a kid again. She zipped up her sweater and started walking down the pathway, the locks of her purple hair contrasting against her brown skin. She watched the pu...
The red bathing suit stood out from all the others, its modest cut being a departure from the scant bikinis dominating the poolside. I noticed the girl wearing it from under an umbrella. She moved with ease in and out of the water, shoulders glistening with whatever oil she’d rubbed into them. As for me, I rarely emerged from my shaded little corner, lest my pale skin burn and blister. I was self-conscious about so much t...
