in D minor — Night finds me outside the cemetery gates, without recollection of travel or where I had been. In rising of the moon I see you just the other side, behind a freshly dug grave with a headstone of Israel marble. You seem as out of place as the stone itself. Antique…

A short story of a visit by an uninvited guest of unique nature while stranded in a cabin in unfamiliar woods. — The howling wind makes me uneasy. It always has, as if mother nature decided to scold me. The power outage follows me in with the last of my baggage, adding to the worry of discomfort and harm. Coupled with the total darkness brings me to the brink of concern. Moments…

Poetry — There are no magic words or clever rhyme to stay the aching of the heart or silence of the night void of sleep or peace which haunts until sun finds you solitary to greet the new day in hope of new love to ease the pain. https://medium.com/know-thyself-heal-thyself/lonely-947d9388e0fc?source=friends_link&sk=f06c0381f199187d2739f09c9879f583

(Preface) — A tale and a treat I have for you, a twist familiar, but a story new. It begins long ago in a place and time not yours to know. Riddle, it may seem, but I tell it true, this fable familiar; but new to you. So began our journey. End…

Landing upon heavens sands And if I wish upon a star, No matter if it near or far. I wonder My voice be heard this very night, In confidence or torrid fright. I wander The vastness of the velvet skies, Creamy clouds which hypnotize. I’m humbled Beneath moons blu which cast and light, Frost the dark to hearts delight. I am spellbound Gentle breeze of ocean scent, Your love of me is heaven sent. I kneel

Grey Sky — Good morning you beautiful people. I am happy to report I am feeling better. Remnants of nausea and the likes hanging around to keep me company. But for the most part, a vast improvement. Now, if only I could do something about those drab grey skies. I have pleated with…

a magnificent moment. — Spring is in my thoughts while snow blankets my yard. March’s sense of humor is on display, I suspect. She is anything but predictable here in the Midwest. I like a woman with a sense of humor and the will to do as she wishes. Admittedly I was looking forward…

Hepburn, I awoke to snow this morning. Can you believe it, I would be upset about the summer delay if it was not so beautiful. Rumor has it we could see four inches. At first sight this morning I thought of you, your attitude toward life, and the training wheels you have provided me. Priceless in any currency for those with a soul. I still feel ill, yet your words fuel my hope. I have a file titled Katie’s Clues on my computer desktop. In my heart, I have memory of the email threads which bind Iowa next door.

Stubborn as a Wolf. — It began as any other evening, two nights prior. One hour or so after dinner, a simple meal of soup. First, an upset stomach, overheating, and then nausea leading to projectile vomiting. …