Month: November 2016
Just A Poem
The words scrawled on the envelope, read: which face doth I present? which nuance which breath you take with me which destiny with that stoic hand of fate. Being a rough draft of one of my poems, and he says I got your note, I’m leaving, upon my returning from walking the dog. He said he would take about 45 minutes, and he was early, … Continue reading Just A Poem
Irish Eyes
Whilst the rest of us hunker down for those long dark days of winter, she welcomes when the hot summer days turn crisper. It was those kind brown eyes that I first gazed upon, staring in our frosty window that January 1st eve, with icy bits dangling from the ringlets underneath her ears. It twas love at first sight. She is a canine of the … Continue reading Irish Eyes
Cycling Towards A New Mythology
Just before I reach work there is a wavy path that runs through this greenspace in the middle of suburbia I cycle through. Imagine, if you will, it’s 4:30 (or so) AM, and it’s late fall. Though the darkness obscures the path, I have come to know it as well as the lines on my own face. My new bike light flashes, illuminating the shadow … Continue reading Cycling Towards A New Mythology
Once Upon A Time On The Way To Wherever
It’s January 2013, and I’d been blogging only 2 1/2 months. The year changed, the days were lonely, Autumn had died, making way for winter. In those dark days after Tim, I cocooned, awaiting whatever the spring had in store. Maybe, in a way, his death symbolizes to me now a kind of time out of time. Days trapped on my own in that paradise, … Continue reading Once Upon A Time On The Way To Wherever
That Man
After I’d spend the day occupying myself with a walk downtown. After buying Himalayan Salt at the market, after Sushi for lunch, and after wandering past the old BealArt stomping grounds (which is now a basketball court), after, I came home. But I was still wracked with this need to reach out to him. But I maintained ‘radio silence. I was silent. Completely silent. I … Continue reading That Man
Never Fall In Love With A Mean Drunk Artist With A Broken Heart
Back when I was 19 I thought that when I fell in love that, of course, it would be forever. Prince Charming would waltz in at some pre-ordained moment, magic would spark and the very air would tingle, and, and, yeah, what a naive putz I was. So far has not worked out that way. Not by a long shot. Love, actually, has been as … Continue reading Never Fall In Love With A Mean Drunk Artist With A Broken Heart
Out On The Stoop In The Rain
Swedish Ivy blooms on a rainy Autumn day. Continue reading Out On The Stoop In The Rain
i liked him, i loved him
i love the broken ones. i always have. the lonely the tired the shattered and battered. and when he asked me what do you want? i see, now, he meant of me, with the likes of HIM. as that confident mask slipped, as he entered MY world and said: this is wonderland and i want to stay forever. i let him see me. the real, … Continue reading i liked him, i loved him
a fateful reunion
i was not a pretty in pink princess yet, a brush with chance restored faith in my creativity as with all we may not escape. pulled from the chaos of that mind i ask which face? which breath shall i let you take from me? stoic destiny sealed our fate with tiny threads and lies we told ourselves. like those rough sketches you pinned to … Continue reading a fateful reunion
by PaulaB 