December is the most beautiful time of year. The first flakes of snow. Twinkling lights. For a moment the world tilts, becomes another, quite different, softer. We’re touched by wonder, kissed by hope. If this isn’t magic, what is?
Month: November 2017
The men nodded as Roy and Rummy approached, extended their hands, one by one, shook. Rummy leaned in to peck a kiss upon Birdie’s rouged cheek. Roy did likewise. He felt Birdie’s body still, sensed her linger. “Who’s the little lady?” The boss met Rummy’s glance and demanded an answer. Before Rummy could speak, Birdie hopped up and took Annie’s hand. “Slide over, Jimmy. … Read More Bing’s Palace~ 1963
I had a dream. We are in your car, a fixed up TR-6, taken from your brother. The radio retro blasts a Jim Morrison high. You steer south toward the I-5. A ribbon of trees line the hillside. Blood red mingles with atomic tangerine. I glance left, note how the sun casts light across your face. My finger traces the map of your jaw. … Read More The Dream
Wide eyes drew me in. Eyes the colour of sea glass and molten gold set down by a painter’s touch. I coveted her story, listened within silence. I studied her eyes, eyes that appeared to see beyond the realm of ordinary, sensed her bewilderment. A glance as if asking: why is it that others can’t see how light casts shadow, how waves kiss the … Read More Eleanor