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A Life Well Lived

She sat in her chair ruminating over her life.

She smiled at many of her memories, including her childhood adventures even her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren only believed when they are very young.  Her brothers understood, since they shared those adventures, and often the three of them laughed about it. The wind blew the dormer window open suddenly, startling the old woman.  Then she chuckled at her reaction.  So much had happened in her life.  The w...

The Café

From where she sat ... a wave of quiet rippled outwards languidly in the heavy heat of ... afternoon

From where she sat at a small round table in the center of the otherwise empty café a wave of quiet rippled outwards languidly in the heavy heat of the midsummer afternoon. I didn’t want to disturb the spell by entering the radius of that quiet, sitting down at a table not too near, and opening my notebook as was my wont in such places to write my own predilections. The book she read was beyond my ken as her exquisite fin...

The Muse

I couldn't tell whether the sunset streamed Into her eyes or flowed out of them.

The Muse (Raanana, March 31, 2019) I feel a bitter pleasure in remembering that day In the forest outside our small village. I was walking down a leafy path Toward the little lake where I would sit By the water with my back against a smooth rock To make some modest sketches And write what came to me. Down the shore a ways The woman sat as was her wont Without a stitch of clothing on her Back against the generous trunk of...

Nobody Understands

A woman is tormented.

She hates who she is She doesn't let people in She wishes she was his He deceived her with sin She feels as she's dying She loved him so much There was lots of lying No more loving touch He left and she's alone She only has dark days She never answers the phone She wanted him to stay He slept with her friend He deceived her with lies Didn't want to make amends Tears pour out of her eyes She's now drowning in pain There's...

A Beautiful Doe

A beautiful doe in my yard.

I saw her from my window She was hungry and looked at me She was a beautiful doe She was eating a leaf by the tree I went outside and she was very still I had some food for her to try I walked closer to her with great skill We both looked at each other's eye I offered her some food She walked slowly and accepted She took it and carefully chewed It wasn't what I really expected She wasn't afraid you see I fed her and strok...

Without EVE

Without Eve I would not exist.

The sin of humanity is sharedNot EveNot AdamBoth sinned.I do not need an apology from either than to prevent the recurrence of that sinGod made man with the sole intention to rule and governGod made Eve not to deceive but to collaborate and make life work betterMan had its command They fell short with the weakness of a woman who brought forth from the hip of which man was the emblem replica of God who carved them into his...

We boil spring water to make tea, Sitting on a grassy knoll above the water.The waterfall continues as it has always done,Ten thousand years with little change.How many lovers have sat as we have,Happy and content above this spring?I'm a cautious man,But this woman's a water dragon.She takes off all her clothes,And leaps in from our heights above.AD 865

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A warm spring night under the skyscrapers I stand under a blossoming tree Each flower burning and sparkling in orange light As a street lamp burns From within its tangled branches. The beautiful sight takes me back to Nashville last spring, And you - shimmering under a blossom tree too. You, me, and a friend, How I wished then that you could be mine, The music of your spirit still ringing in my ears, The music of your pre...

Neon Love Pt II.

She stood like an elegant tribute to the glory of China

As the taxi made its way up the winding roads of Victoria Peak, Gael wondered which house the party was going to be in. He had scoped out many of them when he first arrived, but Victoria was a long trek from Kowloon for a poor young westerner without a car. It was at least 20 minutes by train, and then there was the walk to the top. Gael rarely took taxis, but tonight was an exception as he wanted to take advantage of eve...

Woman

Nothing fancy, just written as part of a speech I gave for Woman's Day 2015

You are more than your skin – Hiding in shadows Beaten down by a world Driven by men whose  Prowess you threaten You are more than your painted lips – On a journey without a map A quest with no magic wand Instruction manual not included Destination unknown You are more than your ruffled skirts – Trying in vain to please the masses Pouting at camera lenses Swaying your hips seductively  In your endless pursuit to be adored...

Miles Davis reverberated smoothly across the dark room, the trumpet built up steadily the way his own anticipation was building at the thought of her waking. Hong Kong Island’s skyline shone brightly into the room from across the water. Gael lit another cigarette, as he sat in a bamboo papasan, and propped his feet up on the window sill. He watched the boats; tiny red and white lights in the darkness moving down the water...

My 25th Beer Anniversary

A Country song where beer makes one woman really pretty

The woman in my life had just left me. She said I’m a loser and a perpetual drunk. I don’t know if she was degrading me. She’s ugly, but she sure had spunk. I went to the bar feeling lonely. My tail had no wag as I drank. A woman just sat down beside me. She asked me if she could be Frank. I said, “Frank, you can be who you want to. If you’d like I can buy you a drink.” Well, she drank with me then and she told me, That I...

The old man sat on the steps With his head in his hands So much in thought as he sat His eyes in a far away time When the old woman Came to her man His eyes lit up like the sun He held out his hand and she took it He kissed her palm  And put her hand next to his heart No words needed to be spoken The love in her eyes reflected his For many of years these two have loved Have went down the road together They raised their ch...

The ball’s in your court

You, sir, have made me the most fortunate and unlucky girl in this frightening big blue marble

My mind is like a giant wool ball. Every time I make the effort of unravelling it, I end up with a few persistent knots I never seem able to undo. I am quite stubborn myself and I can’t help overanalysing situations when something specific is hovering around my head. And most of the time that ‘something’ is most certainly a ‘he’.You, Sir, have made me the most fortunate and unlucky girl in this frightening big blue marble...