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
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
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
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
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
by PaulaB 