Peace Stories
I know a quiet girl so shy, Head down, she rarely speaks. She fears the world around her— Anxiety's technique. ♡♡♡ Her salty tears shroud bright blue eyes, But no one sees her cry. The corner is her friend for now; She prays pain says, “Goodbye.” ♡♡♡ No h...
Christmas Joy
Every person deserves Joy on Christmas.He hadn't planned this. No one ever planned to be homeless. A few more conscious passersby noticed the tragic irony of where he slept. Directly above him was a store window showcasing a fanciful adorned bed, complete with fluffed pillows, fur blankets, an...
The vacant, old house at the end of the lane beckons me. They always do - the dilapidated and forgotten. There is an appeal others overlook. Unable to resist its quietness, I settle in, deciding to call this place home. The wind blows through the window c...
Lavi stood in the cool dew-covered field. She loved the feel of the dampness on her toes. In this moment of meditation with the bird’s screams bouncing off her ears, she felt connected with the earth. Soon the field would be stamped down; run over by the...
Chill Story in a Warmer Clime
We must never forgetTHE WINTER OF 1946-47 was long and cold in northern Montana. On Christmas Day my father pulled me on my brand-new sled to a neighbor's house, where we borrowed a load of firewood that we stacked on our back porch. I seem to remember that the thermometer r...
Leather and Lace
TogethernessTwo reside within these walls but not the walls you expect within me there are twin egos fighting to be one again one is playful and sassy too one is quite straight laced but when the two combine as one the fun really starts to begin now one we will c...
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Wanderlust trips erratic rambles Blazes me forward without any thought Brooks effuse productive gurgles Splishing down the bump'ety walk My soul is petted by the forest Soothing silence, natures' seductive caress Thought is washed from every crevice Vac...
City of Peace
What would he have thought of all the blood spilt in its name by those who would own it?"City of Peace" (Raanana, January 12, 2018) On days like these with a high-noon sun Shining on a little courtyard, The bougainvillea silent for lack of breeze, I wonder whether David, the shepherd king, Considered the possibility I'd be sitting here Sippi...
Elusive Lady
The febrile dreams of a disordered mindHow desperately he wished he understood her,The elusive lady who had stolen his heart,But every time he thought she was within his graspOnce more she seemed to vanish into the shadows,Leaving him to flounder in the darkness of doubt.There were many times...
Juno Beach - Now and Then
Courseulles-sur-Mer, Normandy. August 2018I sit on the beach, absently raking fingertips through the warm sand while listening to the cheerful clamour all around. My fellow holidaymakers laugh, squeal, shout to one another, their shrill cries mingling with the raucous shrieks of the gulls wheel...
Leaning as far over as she dared, she peered under the lake’s gently rippling surface. She could see all the way to the silt and rock bottom but couldn’t discern a black rectangle protruding from it. The phone was gone. “Stupid, stupid,” she muttered. “Wh...
Spires of Holiness Burst beams through clouds Crisp air Refreshes my Soul Harps and Lyres Gruntled melody through din Tympanic sound Refreshes my Soul Incense and myrrh Invigorated scents through smoke Melded aromas Refreshes my Soul Chocolate and p...
A very ill-tempered woman
Why should we get rage always? Why should we get rage with someone or something always?Once upon a time, there was a very ill-tempered woman. She could rage over a silly little thing always. She understood that was wrong. She consulted a Zen Master for improvement one day. The Zen Master led her into a room after he listened to her distre...