Deception

Long and heavy-hot, July-Doldrum-Days; Shag hazy thought as staggering, drunk strays; Desperation fraught in scorching-hot-rays! Instinct (not wisdom taught) seeks cool caves. Safe, in a hidden spot! As my long-lost slaves… I reclaim my thought, my icy-blue-memory saves, My present re-caught in isolation my soul craves. Rid of the fiery onslaught! By cool, blue waves… … More Deception

Irrelevant?

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?

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)