The Recluse (Part XIV)

“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)

The Recluse (Part VIII)

Silence in isolation is morbidly obese and Estelle feeling overwhelmed and breathless under the pressure grabs Caravana and heads straight to bed. Institutionalized thinking she developed during the long sentence endured in her personal prison drives her to seek out the only escape she can easily access, sleep. Her dreams are usually much livelier, interesting, … More The Recluse (Part VIII)

Sustaining Joy

Every day new worlds rise! And old worlds fall apart. I am told this is only, a matter of perception. What do you do when your world is taken all apart? Is good attitude, a positive thought of deflection, Able to override calamity? Or mend a tattered heart? Is faith only energy? Form of magic … More Sustaining Joy

The Recluse (Part IV)

Part I: http://www.joyindestructible.com/2016/01/16/the-recluse/ Part II: http://www.joyindestructible.com/2016/01/23/the-recluse-part-ii/ Part III: http://www.joyindestructible.com/2016/01/30/the-recluse-part-iii/ The sound of pouring rain and a crash of thunder startle Estelle from the depths of a familiar, re-occurring dream. Haunted and chilled to the bone, she wraps herself in a blue afghan she picks up from a bedroom chair and tries to peer through the window … More The Recluse (Part IV)

Under a Cold Sun

Virtual sun-shine, so brilliantly cold! Ruling the land without sympathy. Some lives don’t matter! I’m told, Rid the burden! Despise empathy! Toward the unborn, those too old… State decides whose life is worthy. Drones obliterate in sums untold. A bloodless click! A war so stealthy… Beware silent attack! Horrors behold! Non-endangered, Power’s Wealthy. By Mandate, … More Under a Cold Sun

Love Divine

If the world chose to heed its old women, And consider this love-poem I’ve penned… Reveal that romance is hormonal crimson, Nothing more than transient biology bend, Desire to procreate defies logic and reason.   This is the true love-message I wish to send… Possible love divine exists; Please, do listen! Govern desire; to prevent … More Love Divine