Once a caterpillar now a musical chair chasing, dreaming, dallying a woo courting a butterfly dancing in the air in celebration of beauty and love listening, winging, singing in queue wearing the best obsidian wings of summertime's scented kisses in a frenzy inspiring more beaucoup

Sweet anesthesia blue eyes cold dysphoria cocaine rain of my mind's decapitation falling into the abyss wearing out the solstice of the corrugated moon behind the cold dysphoria sweet anesthesia blue eyes Sweet meeting promises bound butterfly kisses as a burning ember fall and pierce the desiring heart smiles on faces reflected within the heart and soul gaze with desire joy reflected love never ends alas, there is a grea...

When Nate Oliver came for his first ride, Jack was immediately impressed by his horsemanship. Just seeing Trafalgar, drew awesome praise from the jockey. “Yes, his musculature tells me that this is a prospective winner. It is only a matter of how good he is, and we’ll only find out in the running of him.” Nate Oliver was quick to declare. One surprise for Jack was to see how quickly Nate formed a good relationship with Tr...

My dad dropped me off on the shoulder of an entrance ramp to I-90 on a sunny summer day in 1984 (hitchhiking on the Interstate is illegal, but it’s legal to stick your thumb out for a ride if you do it on the entrance ramp). I slid my oversized, kind-of-goofy yellow backpack out of the back seat of the family VW Rabbit and stuck out my thumb. I wore tennis shoes, jeans, and a hospital scrubs shirt. My hair was cut newly s...

An ache a twinge A silent cringe An expletive uttered Echoes in twos Across the sphere Laughter of children The hoots of owls The whisper of wind Across the roof Twine entwine heard Gossamer fingers whispers of caresses the ardent lover smiles kisses met in sunsets felt at dawn in another Friends and families Laugher and merriment One just gently smile Into the distance Answered by the other Thin gossamer walls Divides th...

It took nearly a week of trying before Trafalgar allowed the saddle to be fitted without any fuss. This was despite Sir Oswald having been informed that their purchase had been broken in. For Jack, mounting the animal proved equally difficult but Becky’s relationship with the horse proved most valuable, for, as she stroked Trafalgar’s muzzle, Jack was able to get himself into the saddle. It took several days of this befor...

Of autumn's cozy winds snobbery's jilted kin in sleeves of cooler weather turning leaves into chowder embracing mannequins with moonbeam-savoring cheddar scrumptious appetizers for the quiche in nature's culinary of pumpkin treats of autumn's cozy winds snobbery's jilted kin

mists on the pathway under tall cypress trees floating leaves slow danced on cold blowing wind sprinkles of rain falling on upturn face as the moon struggled to light the clouds floating on indifferent skies tears from tired eyes fell you walked out of the mists smiling your angel eyes sparkling I reached out to touch your face and grasped nothingness I woke on wet pillows wrapped in my blanket of loneliness...chest hurti...

Seeing the twin horse-driven polished box-like carriage heading up the main drive, Jack Wetherley’s heart gave a heave, knowing that this was his new challenge, arriving with two long-coated men sitting up front. Excitedly, he called Alf, his boss and mentor. Alf hobbled out of the stable, becoming much slower on his feet, Jack thought. He was due to retire soon and that was why Jack had been appointed. But this new arriv...

The call that Jack had been dreading arrived the next morning. He and Alf were going through the Sunday morning routine of letting the horses out graze. A lazy morning. Until Vincent, the Brandling family butler arrived, dressed in button-up black jacket and gaiters, and his instructions had Jack’s heart beating madly. “Sir Oswald,” he said, with the pompous tone of someone who thought himself one of the upper set, “Sir O...

What better way to do with a string... fly a kite string popcorn makes a cat's cradle in a basket and don't forget... to tie your shoes walk the doggie on a Yoyo with a string around your finger play a bass guitar make a string bracelet holding on to a falling star What better way to do with a string... a hammer and nail to hang a picture with a string and don't forget... to tie your shoes ones, that are blue

A Child of Pain: Part 3 Elisha pushed her chair nearer to her grandmother’s bed and gently rested her head on the mattress. She sighed. She felt tired as it had been a hectic week. She had gone to see her grandmother in the nursing home where she found the older lady on the floor. Grammie Willie had fallen out of her bed. The staff had called an ambulance which then brought her to the hospital. Elisha who visited her ever...

Across Andiron's silhouette straddling feet listening to the house tuberculosis cold embers in the dark's sweet peas leaping from the pod on no man's sod on the floorboards where now lay frost listening to Mama sing, "When I reach the city where all my loved ones are" leaping from the pod on no man's sod in a house of memories without sound across Andiron's silhouette straddling feet

Saturday morning found Jack Wetherley all a-tingle. It was another bright day and that pleased him. There was no need for Aunt Rose to wake him up, as she often had to do. She placed a breakfast of bread and dripping in front of him, together with the tea, stewed in a way that only she could produce. “You seem far away, lad.” Jack nodded, she was right, he was far away. Ever since Rascal’s pleasing trial on Thursday his b...

I firmly believe names are very important and hold special meanings, including usernames. Names represent who a person is as an individual person. Epicellie was my former username. Most people do not recognize me now with my new username, Cora. In Latin, Cora is translated to, “Sacred Heart.” Cora is a beautiful word and fits me perfectly. I have a great devotion to the Sacred Heart. It is funny to receive “Welcome” messa...