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 this story of nursery and liars den. Word of caution, words of warning, you might be a character within this yarn. So listen attentively if you care to return or I leave you behind to be butters churn.

Up for air. — Hello, my lovelies. If you are familiar with Stephen King’s ‘Lisey’s Story,’ you will appreciate my stating I have been poolside. I recommend you read or watch it. Be warned, it is not for the faint of heart. I thought I would drop you a line so you know all is well. Perhaps an overstatement. I am better than most who walk this earth. No worse for wear than some who fly above it. Taking a break from the bloody day job, enjoying a steaming black Joe with a pinch of brown sugar. Wondering about my friends across the pond and those of you peppered across the states.

Forward — Or So we would like to believe because the remaining thought is unpleasant, leaving a bitter taste in our mouths. We have all faced the infamous cliffs of decision peering down, and behind us, we shudder at the thought of making a move. …

In the Ring — When growing up, silence was both cherished and feared. The quiet gave me time to think, but double-edged. You see, my parents could be very loud as the father was. Well, boys will be boys. …

& Rain — I understand the fear and unrest storms bring for some. I have experienced a tornado. My copilot stands on the second-floor balcony while barking at the lightning through the transit window as if to protect me. But I feel comfort and excitement as the sky lights up in glowing branches…

The flame burns — Preface On a spring morning, I sip my coffee as if the warm caffeine will replenish a soul-depleted. How did I arrive in such disarray, like a golden retriever aiming to please everyone above all else? Will drain from the marrow of my bones. I long and want to bring…