Has it been twenty years?It doesn't seem that long.Since we got tattoos in Blackpooland danced to Rosie Gaines songs. Rollercoasters, bumper cars,it's all a little hazy.Do you look back as I do,and think our teenage years were crazy? Nights at Cafe de Par...
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Date night
Every evening with the one you loveI would love to kiss your lips when they're moist with wine and painted red with desire. Gaze into your eyes where your love smolders glowing with passions fire. Feel your bodies warm alabaster flesh burn against mine in a romantic embrace imaging strands...
The Worst Christmas Party
A true StoryWARNING: Very coarse language used in two places in the dialog. Be warned. With the holidays approaching I recalled this memory and wanted to share it.So here I am headed to a Christmas party at the house of one of the school bus drivers. Yes, I drove a s...
At age five, I had already experienced the loss of a parent. My biological father died of lung cancer. At age six, I had already experienced alcoholism, though not personally. My mom was glued to her wine. That was how I found her one day, walking into th...
A moment of relaxation!
A special moment...Listening to the rain hitting the tin roof As the aroma of sweet smelling candles fills the air Slowly twirling my hair up onto the top of my head clipping it there Then undoing the zip and removing my dress. Stepping into the bubble bath feeling the warm...
Rambling and Reminiscing
Just remembering some stuffWhat is the point of a second hand hat? That, I fear, is a misnomer. Should it not be second head? After all, one wears a hat on the head, so that terminology seems bonkers, to me, at least. Shoes are another thing. They should be third and fourth foot. G...
A Random Moment, Part 13: A Surprising Moment
What on earth is happening?The last van load was finally delivered to Rufus’ flat.“Wow, it’s finally official,” Cynthia sighed.“Not yet,” Rufus smiled.“Huh?” Cynthia was confused.“Here you go!” Rufus fished a key out of his pocket and gave it to Cynthia, “now it’s official! Now, le...
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For Whom the Good Tolls
A Hemingwayesque micro saga(with apologies to 'Papa' Hemingway)In a clean, well-lighted place out of the rain, the man and woman drank wine. The wine was good. They ate the testicles of a young bull that had bravely faced death in the afternoon. Both were good.Back in their room, h...
Good Wine and Poetry
Aging like good wine and making poetryThey say that wine is best when it has aged, but who are they to say that? What do they know, these experts, about age? What about the grapes, the vines, the sun, the soil, the misty mornings, the eyes that watched the ripening, the fingers that plucked a...