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)

Turn Back

I am an old fashioned girl, I guess. Still a bit new to being an old lady; I’ve lived long enough to see a few things. I’ve learned a lot and I know what works, And what doesn’t.   I remember many things that are now, forgotten.   I’m still quite taken with chivalry. A … More Turn Back

Heart of Blue

I cut this heart of blue, From special paper I saved for you, In love’s cooler hue; Trim in fine lace, used time as my glue; Binding of hearts true; Ribbons weave through and through, Defining edges anew; Now, tiny hearts of pink and baby-blue! My how our years flew! Happy Heart Day! True love share … More Heart of Blue

The Breach

An old woman sits on a bench, placed against a south facing wall, enjoying the sun as it melts aches and pains away. Lost in the bright warmth on her face, she begins to dream in reverse. Riding the rays of the sun, she finds herself transported to that special place, sitting on flag-stone, beneath … More The Breach

Hope Eternal

In the blush of a young child’s cheek, And in the wrinkled smiling face Of a kind old woman, Hope is seen with no need to speak; Good banishes evil, leaves no trace, A journey to transcend; Aged kind face, youth’s blushing cheek, The Alpha and the Omega lace, And form the eternal; When child … More Hope Eternal