Why I write fiction for you- to tell of broken hallelujahs in our lives!
Your soft rubber soles make no sound upon the gravel walk. You come as the moon rises high in the sky, dressed for spying, for observing. Your black covered mask and slim leather gloves reveal nothing about who you are, As you peek into my world. My mess of curls splayed across the pillow, my… Continue reading Love Me Like A Spy
You blew into my life like the refreshing rain coming off the mountains, that rain that cools the hot air and my perspiring skin in summer time. You blew as a refreshing cool breeze and lifted up my heart, lifted up my hope for the possibility of soulful kinship, of soulful love. I flew to… Continue reading Treasures
Before electricity, large cities such as London and New York City had lamp lighters. Men who would walk the boulevards and light the gas lamps along the main streets and upper class neighborhoods (Reference the recent movie Mary Poppins Returns with Lin-Manuel Miranda as Jack, the lamp lighter?) I've been fascinated by the metaphorical idea… Continue reading Be a Lamp Lighter for Each Other
Word’s don’t come yet.
They cannot convey the miracle I have waited so long for.
This holy thing happening within me,
I never knew I would have to put this on my dating profile. Swipe left if you aren't over your last relationship because I only want to meet men who are ready for a real relationship! Who in their bloody mind thinks that dating after being with someone for awhile is a good idea? Your… Continue reading Don’t date me if you aren’t available
You have a stern look. In all your photos, no teeth bared, a gentle defiance in your straight forward stare. Our first meeting and everything about you is polished, correct, elegant as you stand ordering tacos from the food truck with me. Your outer personae is just as you say- tough, yet I see your… Continue reading Beautiful Boy
Dealing with loneliness while finding you are not alone.
You might be wearing more than just a COVID mask!
I have returned to reading the classics during this quarantine. E.M. Forster in Howard’s End has some amazing lines that are timeless and fit within COVID19's economic crisis and worries regarding money. It is a story of wealth, independence, capitalism, charity and the poor during 1910 in England. It displays the economic structure of society, especially the… Continue reading We are all in the Mist [Howard’s End- the levels of wealth and compassion]