“Maria! Did you see what happened? You shouldn’t be playing match-maker! Our strange neighbor isn’t even a believer and Oscar, our brother, is vulnerable!” Tony can’t wait to begin correcting his wife after the last guest leaves. Oscar’s interest in Estelle is the perfect excuse for him to vindicate his extreme separatist views. His perspective … More The Recluse (Part XIV)
Welcome to the menagerie of my mind! Collection I have traversed time to find! Untamed creatures a one of every kind! Circus of dreams ideas in passion I bind! My wild imagination I sent to be refined; High Def exaggeration in story entwined; Dash o’ rose hint o’ lime polished shined! This, my life’s work … More Menagerie
The weaving of chartreuse and lavender is a matter of opinion, A controversy over the many shades of spring! Summer moods are translated through subtle hues of vermillion, Passion’s peak of heat that red-oranges bring! Autumn sets color free speech in primary hues of truth dominion, Enter souls by eye-gate beauty inspire to sing! Color … More The Meaning of Color
“I really don’t know why you invited that Williams woman to our dinner party. Obviously, she prefers being alone to socializing.” Tony scolded Maria while getting plates from the cupboard. “Ey Tony! You are too hard on that poor woman. You should be ashamed. She has been so good for our Alisha.” Maria responds as … More The Recluse (Part XIII)
What if I have written it all away? All those important things I had to say, And my creative mind fades in aging? Should this old woman sit silent? Observing only, as life’s passions relent? And ambitions fray beyond assuaging? Is this the day I’ve become irrelevant? A life of experience now, an … More Irrelevant?
Estelle wakes suddenly and finds herself on her stomach with her head turned sideways staring at bread crumbs scattered over the sheets. “Where am…oh, yeah…” she mumbles as she lifts up to a sitting position and then notices Caravanna sitting at the foot of the bed, looking at her expectantly. “I completely forgot about you … More The Recluse (Part XII)
If I am still alive when the bitter cloud passes, may I not I not be found stubbornly clinging to the storm because I’ve adapted myself to misery. Instead, may I celebrate in sunlight as I embrace the sparkling new day the sun reveals. Let me move forward to clean up the damage left by … More Survivor’s Prayer
Enchanted by a Primrose dream in June… A perfect dewy morn, Sun adorns! I awake by Meadowlark tune! No summer will I scorn! Take my hand old man, still a honeymoon… Our old love newly born, In every passing season and many a moon! Every wrinkle care-worn, My dear old man hold me and let’s spoon! … More Primrose Dream
“Thank you for taking me to church with you, Maria. I enjoyed it very much.” Estelle opens the car door to step out onto the sidewalk in front of her house and Maria gets out of the car too. “You are very welcome, Estelle. We love your company and I so appreciate what you are … More The Recluse (Part XI)
A lovely little stroll on the edge of consciousness… Fading out and then fading in… Gathering memories from dreams of Yester-lore… Reality blocked seeps back in… Blend time outside of time, a bit of Heaven’s rest… Slip away preparing to slip in… Twenty-five minutes of Paradise others call a nap!