darling~ don’t complicate simple is not a step backwards ~ bird song
~an excerpt Bing’s Palace 1963 Birdie unsnapped the clasp of her sequined clutch, reached within the satin folds and pulled out an ebony compact and a tube of lipstick. She appeared oblivious to his insults and her surroundings. Her mister had forgotten her, therefore, she’d remind him. Snapping open the compact case, she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. With stealth precision she … Read More Miss Birdie
An excerpt~ 1961 “You want to fly to the moon, Annie?” “Yes,” she said. “One day. Maybe one day, honey.” He offered her hope, something big to imagine, the chance to dream. This was the country where dreams came true. One had to hold to dreams. From an early age, he had clung to hope. It felt as if yesterday. Shivering, he had cowered … Read More To Dream
The sky was clear and the moon full. He whispered, “Love is a powerful drug.” Artemis blushed. “Show me an ocean,” she murmured, “ I’ll summon a tide to save your stranded soul.” His eyes narrowed. “Show me the moon,” she said. I’ll pick a star to light your path.” In that moment he understood how it felt: addicted. ~ Artemis and Sailor
The stillness of morning Coffee shops on rainy days Autumn’s unexpected kiss Long drives, no timeline Toss me the keys. Say, “Baby. Take the wheel. Turn the radio, up.” Farmer’s Markets and flowers Wind and waves And you. Without hesitation, I’d choose you.
Let’s go Smelling of campfires and salt air Where the beaches are littered With empty bottles of Casa Sauvignon Blanc Let us recite from worn books On a bench of driftwood Follow children to the sea Dip our toes into water Speak wild songs Say anything or nothing Blink at the sun Feed seagulls Toss stones Fall into silence Lean into doorways Wander curio … Read More
Roy fumbled with the coins in his pocket. A single incandescent bulb lit up each table- top. The heat in the room glowed and a smoky haze veiled the guests. He peered deeper into the shrouded depths of the room. Paper serviettes stacked the bar. Shot glasses lined up, topped to the max, the amber liquid ready to swallow. Next to an ice bucket, a … Read More The Clean-Up Man
What a damn, good night of gentlemen, whiskey shooters, and women wrapped in mink, it was. The boys dressed to the nines and the ladies, bespoke in jewels, were there to shine. The flowery scent of Chanel No.5 still lingered on his shirt. His mother had once denounced it as the “perfume of show girls.” He knew exactly how she’d feel about the scene. “Cards, … Read More The Club