A thousand jewels in soft arraybrush moonlit waters in sweet balletvibrant lights from red to goldenchant the river of London oldThrough the night, St Paul's commandsa ship of white, atop the landscasting awe from bridge to hallsplashing life in silver thrallBlackfriars Bridge in calm reposeOxo Tower glows like a rosetwisting lamps climb from the standsThames Clippers sail in silky bandsBy the wall, a busker playspennies...

The essence of democracyis that a person never beafraid to freely speak what’s in their heart. A blessing of democracyis that an artist can be freeto fearlessly create a work of art. There was a time not long agowhen any citizen did knowhow precious was the right to free expression. But that is not the case today civility has waned awaysociety has undergone regression. The rules have changed in recent years.it’s animus, h...

I still recognize thetimber and the tone. Hear the sound of her voicedeep inside From her voice in my mindthat one time.Only one time did we speak,share ourselves. Only one time did shepaint my heart with sound. Said my name, and it brought me tears of joy. Said my name,can you understand the thrill? Reaching out into the darkness,'cross the world, Sending echoes of her caringto my ears. Hear her voice and remember it eac...

Ice cold droplets on rosebuds fated to die under the first frost, an untended garden lost in time, a house blurred in the fog, hours rushing to their swift end, unopened books inviting dust, a sun struggling pitifully to rise, a moon declining its own light, crystals shattered on old stones, ashes gathering in misty winds, all telling the bittersweet story of a thwarted old love affair, lost in the darkest folds of the mi...

“One day, you’re going to thank God you’ve got that speed, lad.” Those were the words of old Jack Linley to eighteen-year-old Danny Friar after the young man had run a solo one hundred metres trial on grass. While Danny, in his running gear, and spiked trainers, looked on anxiously, from a distance. the old man showed the time on his stopwatch to his two back-up trainers Vic Tanner, and Sid Dawson. Danny saw some approval...

Jump into my soul And let yourself be loved Never will you be lost or End up alone. My heart belongs to you Always and forever. Ride the waves of love  I promise you no regrets Escape into paradise with me  Love me through the years Yet when I look at you  No words come to mind Call to me with your love for Home is where we will be.

Little things see me through the times when I’m alone. I slip on your t-shirt and inhale the faint scent of your cologne. Silly, I suppose, but it helps. I hug my pillow and hold on to the thought that you won’t be gone forever. The grandfather clock chimes half-past eleven. That cursed time difference always messes with my head! Should you have already called? Or am I fretting over nothing? I wish you were here with me n...

I have read many articlesabout the virus particlesthat swirl about and sneak into our noses. Today it takes tenacityto keep one’s lung capacityand not look up and see the roots of roses! According to virologymy system’s etiologydoes put me in the high-risk covid class. A condition pre-existingand with olden age persistingmake it challenging to save my little ass. But I’ll strive for the achievementof avoiding my bereaveme...

  Back in 1961, I heard on the radio that Kennedy had sent 500 US Special Forces and military advisors to a place called Vietnam. I was just starting high school at the time. It was the first time I remember hearing about that country. We also had a war going on in the Korean peninsula. Things were pretty tense with the Cold War between NATO and the Warsaw Pact countries. Kennedy and Khrushchev had just played “Chicken” w...

The tech lab shares a wall with their workstation, yet they need to take the long way around. Captain Euryale has mentioned adding a door in the detectives' station that would connect to the tech lab, but it would have to go in her office or they would need to rewire the entire room. Valerian's uncertain as to what she has decided. He doesn't bother knocking, just enters Devan's lab. Knocking doesn't make much difference,...

We huddle silentlyDraped in a quilt of innocent friendshipThe warmth of our arms minglingAs we sit side-by-side in the dark roomOur faces flicker with multi-colored splashesDolled out by my bulky old TVShowing our private 'movie-night' movieBathing us in translucent excusesShe's glowing tonightEven more so than usualHer clothes are a little tighterHer make-up more carefully attendedHer hair shimmering and smootherHer chee...

When she awoke, she was alone except for the cats.  She sat there and tried to capture the essence of what had to be the most marvelous of dreams.  Incredible characters, a fanciful story, danger, and friendships galore that felt remarkably real.  She looked in the mirror hanging on the wall for a clue as the black cat purred loudly in her lap while the white cat curled around her feet.  As she got up, she kicked a tiny b...

The oar blades dip into the dappled glass-like waterBeneath the sighs of weeping willows, the boat glides forwardSending gentle ripples fanning across the river, shorewardTo slosh softly against the bankAcross the boat, she looks back at meHer blonde hair dances with mottled golden raysAnd on her face, glows a smile that says,there's more than the sun's warmth between usI lean back and pull the oars through the dark liqui...

You decided the end of our story before we could write it Robbing us of a maybe, stealing our possibility Opting out of responsibility My love has chosen a misfit   You wrote our entire album before a tune was hummed, Playing with my heart like a melody Ambitiously lacking in fidelity  My love has been strummed   You painted a picture before an image even formed Ripped through my defences like paper  I breathed you in lik...

I came the quickest way, across the glaur, when I was called, my heart almost clearing my body in my haste. Too soon, yet. The family is up-stairs, the ceiling weighted by them. I keep where they cannot tell my presence or its dread import. The Bible lies poised here, by guttering candle.  What cruelty: a month past the same Book lay joyous open on this same table. That day, heads canted over my shoulder, all watched my p...